To say that our neighbours were mean to their cats would be an understatment. They starved them, locked them out, and sold their many kittens for extra money. Jellico was the first to show up on our doorstep, looking sickly- and also pregnant. We took her in and cared for her five kittens until we could find homes for four. We kept one and named him Taz- he was trouble, but irresistable. Jellico because 'Jelly', and we fell in love with her too. They had to live in the basement because of our older cat Boots, but they loved it. They were warm and safe and no longer hungry.
They next summer is when Miko came to our back door with her three very young kittens. They were so thin that once we fed them, you could feel the food in their tummies when you picked them up. We were so discusted we wen to talk to our neighbours. We got swear words and a 'mind your own buisness'. But they sold the kittens and soon Miko was pregnant once more. And she would not leave. So she gave birth in our backyard on the peastone, and we scooped up the new family and made a cozy home in the garage. As the kittens grew, the neighbours third cat family showed up- Wirzle and her three idenicle tortishell kittens. Wirzle abandoned them after the first was sold. Abigale and Annabelle lived under our backyard swing in frosty November. So the kittens came inside and they went into the garage. We kept two kittens, Downey and Majic, and found homes for the rest.
On Christmas Eve we let Annabelle and Abigale inside for good- they had been in the bathroom overnight for awhile- and we became a family.
Toronto, Canada
