Nick's comment's on the blog this morning set me to thinking about our youngest family member.
In July 2009 I picked up what I thought was a dead kitten covered in ants, that had been left by the local bins, that immediately started to scream. This began a couple of months of 3 hourly feeding day and night. I was knacked but in love with the thing in the picture below. The vet doubted he would survive the night, and advised he was undernourished and about two weeks old, way too young to be parted from his mum. Nearly 3 years later this young man rules the roost -well he tries to from time to time, but the other lads keep him under control. He is extremely loving and this morning surprised me with his obvious love of Marmite- there was some in my moustache after breakfast and he was delighting in licking it off- now doesn't that just show how much in love we still are. Yeah from time to time I swear about the little 'ratling' as we sometimes call him, especially when he wanders round the flat during the night opening all the cupboard doors, but hey ho you can't have everything, and it is slightly amusing, and defo clever.
From 2009
To today
It's so amazing to think Maxi was that little mite that could have died in mins if you had'nt turned up when you did , When you look at him now so strong and healthy. You and Tony have done an amazing job and you can see it was all meant to be. xx
ReplyDeleteSure was meant to be. He's such a cuddly little boy now -well with me anyway.
ReplyDeleteAnd it's funny that we never really call him Maxi any more except at the vets. at home he's always Sprout, and often Ratling!