|Bertie, about a week after we found her.|
And, yes, it was her, although our first impression was that "it" was a boy, thus the name Bertie. Truthfully, at 12 ounces, there wasn't much to work with in determining gender! When I took her to the vet, the estimate was that her age at the time she came to us was probably four or five weeks. She was also full of parasites - not unusual for a feral kitten - so we had to deal with that. But Bertie took it all in stride, made herself at home, and set about putting us, including our two other cats, very firmly under her paw.
|Bertie, considering one of her humans.|
Beau has been slower to come around. He was used to being treated as the baby and he resents having someone smaller and cuter stealing his attention. He still chases her - in earnest, not in play. But she isn't afraid of him and she sometimes challenges him directly. He is slowly, very slowly, reaching some sort of detente with her.
|Bertie at five months. She's sort of grown into those ears.|
|That includes helping me with my blog. Actually, I think she may be plotting a coup in order to take over the blog. I'm sure she would have plenty to say!|