Max The leader,
powerful and physically strong,
scales walls and leaps great distances,
to stand atop open doors,
his weighty tail thrown sideways,
and checks me several times in the night,
gentle paw to my chin,
rough tongue in the darkness, cleaning.
Max
June 2008
This post commemorates the first birthday of my rescued kittens.Their story can be found here.
11 comments:
Such a pretty cat that looks so happy to be one.
He's ever so cute ! You're lucky (and blessed for having rescued them) !
Max has grown into a handsome cat. You captured his intense wise countenance perfectly.
What a beautiful cat he is!! There is a lady around here that rescues cats and she has a whole house just for them..but it gets overwhelming for her at times. She works with the Humane Society and other shelters. Another guy has a furniture store and his whole back room is filled with cages of cats. They also trap feral cats and take them to get fixed and to get shots. A place here does it all for free. Then they put them back if they are too wild. I saved a cat here once but couldn't keep it. I took it to those people and it was adopted. Max is a lucky cat for sure!!
...an exceptionally sweet and cute post (always love the kitties).
Happy Birthday Kitties!
Max is a beautiful boy! Happy Birthday to the fur-children!
What a wonderful cat! All our cats came from the shelter or just showed up here so I can relate to this post.
I remember when you found them last year. So nice to get a brief update. What a handsome boy Max is--did you name him Max before he emerged as leader--or after? Well named either way.
What a pretty kitty Max is. I'm glad he has a good home with you.
I'm so glad you updated on the babies! I've been checking now and then to see new pictures.
We are now the new family of another orphan. I was walking on my favorite park walking trail in our town and had stopped to take a phone call break. There was this incessant hollering, just going on and on. I figured it was a cat trapped in someone's carport(they back up to a section of the heavily wooded trail). Finally it dawned on me that it was a desperate kitten cry so I started calling. It got louder and louder and finally, after traipsing through poison ivy and briars, we found each other. There were no others to be found and it was apparent he'd been without mom for most of the day. A friend in that neighborhood saw a dead orange tabby later that afternoon so I'm pretty sure that was his mom. We named him Tibert to go with our other orphan, Tallulah.
Molly
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