Long story short. We were getting rid of the runt of the litter (three males, one runt female).
Two males were adopted and we were keeping Mom and one of her sons.
Nobody wanted the tiny girl cat.
Your heartstrings get pulled but you don't want three cats in your home after being dog owners for decades. The little girl is going to the "shelter" to be put down after no word is heard from the North Shore Animal League.
But then something happens.
Ain't nobody killing your runt cat after you and your's have been underdogs for most of your lives as humans. The feral momcat used to drag her runt daughter away from her three large male kittens after they nursed and went to sleep. Mom would clutch her runt into her nipples and urge her to feed while licking her all over and pulling her tiny daughter with her paws (claws out gently to catch a good grip, I watched it). The momcat Mister Mittens' instincts told her that she had to favor the strong ones but that she could try to help a small weak kitten when she could.
Yeah, Shiloh is here and I call her Sweet Babycakes. She's small but she's all cat and a joy to be near. Nobody can hunt bugs in my house like she can and nobody can go up and down stairs faster than she can. She's like a "white blur" when she's moving.
Yeah, she's probably not living long with her size and coloring in the street but she's got a good shot to live a long time at my house as a house cat that all the humans here love. And her mother and brother love her too.
