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Forrest, the Backwards Footed Kitten
My mom has a bunch of pepper trees that grow along the outside of her front yard. Every year one of the neighborhood feral cat has a litter of kittens in the burrows at the base of these pepper trees. My mom first discovered these kittens in her trees when the city came to do their annual tree trimming and almost sawed a kitten in half with a chain saw. My mom rescued the kitten and that cat has been in the family ever since.
It’s not like my mom wants more cats, it’s just that she has a soft spot for them. (With this newest batch, the cat count is up to a shocking 18!) She took in the latest litter and bottle fed them with the intention to get them fixed and find them homes (though not necessarily in that order) so the feral cat population wouldn’t continue to grow exponentially in her front yard. But of course along the way we’ve all fallen in love with them.
One of the most special kittens is Forrest. Forrest has gimpy back legs. They are on backwards. He was born this way and seems to be in no pain at all. In fact, he romps and plays with his brother’s and sister as if he was a normal cat. He holds his own and wrestles just fine. He runs just as fast as the other’s by using his extra strong front paws and dragging his useless back paws behind him. The only thing he can’t do is scratch his ears with his back leg. He tries. It breaks your heart. He’s such a cute little guy.
We’re hoping to find homes for all the kittens but I have a feeling Forrest is going to stay. He has special needs and somehow he’s managed to crawl right into our hearts with those funny back legs.
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Meet Wito
This is Wito, Baby Bug’s newest boyfriend. He’s such a cutie. I totally approve of their relationship. Wito looks like a little man in a tiny baby body. He has big baby hands and long legs. He eats all the time and I have a feeling he is going to pass up Baby Bug in size in a matter of months. He has a lot of hair that he likes to wear in a mohawk. He’s stylish like that. I haven’t seen him in his preppy shirts yet but I’m sure he has a whole closet full of them just like his Dad.
Since I happen to live close to Whoorl and Wito, I get to pop in on them now and then and scare the crap out of Whoorl because she thinks I’m a secret agent and I’m spying on her. I’m not really. I just like to take walks with Baby Bug and her house happens to be conveniently on the way to Starbucks.
Since Whoorl is a lost in the twilight zone that is new momhood, she told me that I could post some pictures of her and let her readers know that she is alive and well. Actually she’s doing great. So is Wito. He is so healthy, you’d never know he was forced out of the womb a week early and had to spend some time in the NICU. He’s a champ.
When we visited the other day, Wito got to take his first walk in the baby carrier and he loved it. He snuggled right down against his mama’s chest and took a peaceful snooze in the summer breeze. I’m so happy he likes the carrier. I’ve been hoping that we all could take walks together, so I was pushing Whoorl to try it out. The sidewalks in our neighborhood are so narrow that it’s impossible to walk together with a stroller, let alone two. You end up walking single file and shouting over your shoulder if you want to carry on a conversation. Don’t even get me started on trying to maneuver through the swinging doors at Starbucks or the stopping and bumping into each other. Of course Whoorl would never bump into me. She’s much too coordinated for that. I on the other hand am a bumbling idiot.
Anywhoooo, I just wanted to spread some happy new baby cheer. Here’s to Wito!
