My brother and sister littermates were just 8 weeks old when someone duct-taped them into a small box and threw them into the street—late afternoon, when the local coyotes were already on the hunt.
A kind neighbor found them in front of her house and took them in. She already had five rescue dogs and a dozen hens, so she couldn’t keep the kittens. Luckily, another neighbor—who knows everyone’s pet situation—knew about our household. My old cat had passed away a few months earlier, so she called us.
We went to meet the kittens and decided to adopt them, on the condition that they were free of any diseases that might threaten our three remaining cats, two of whom were elderly. They checked out perfectly.
We immediately named them Charles (the brother) and Ray (the sister), because they claimed “my” reading chair with bold enthusiasm!
I can’t locate their kitten pictures yet—it’s been 13 years—but here they are at about two years old:
Photos of Charles and Ray at two years
A year or two later:
Photos from later
Even at ten years old, they were still at it:
Photo of them at ten
And of course, they still love the warm clothes dryer!
I’m going through my old print photos and will post the baby pictures as soon as I find them.