Last fall, when I first brought two of the little wild kittens inside that had been living in my side yard, I intended to find homes for them. I had Roxie, and one cat was enough for me at that point! And these little kittens were adorable, and only a few months old, so I figured once they were tamed it would be easy to find them homes. But it took me longer than I expected to tame them, and so I had two wild babies hiding in my house!
Sasha with one of his brothers, at about six weeks old.
Sasha and Maisie on the left, with two of their siblings, at about seven weeks old.
Sasha at about eight weeks old.
Sasha at about three months old.
Finally the little yellow one discovered that it was nice to be touched, and even better to be held. And I started to fall in love…
And then this little yellow kitten – who was about four months old at the time – suddenly grew a little bulge. He was a boy! I love male cats, but a male cat might change the dynamic of the whole house, and how would Roxie adapt to not being the top cat, once he matured? But I couldn’t give him up. So I just had to hope that he would stay as sweet as he was at four-months-old…
Sasha is now a year-old, and a big beautiful male cat. He’s gentle and easy to get along with. Thankfully!
Sasha with Vanessa, who is almost four months old.
Sasha with Calista and Raphael
Sasha lived his first few months outside, with no owner, no love, no food dish of his own, and no mother after she disappeared when he was two months old. All he wanted was to get inside! He used to cry under my bedroom window, and try to climb the screen, convinced he could get in, if he just tried hard enough. And now that he’s in? He has zero desire to ever go outside again. He’s a happy house cat!