About a week or two before we moved in to our new house, my dad found three kittens in our drive way, they were obviously newborns, and upon seeing how cute they were, my dad said we could have outdoor cats. The mother we think was a stray or the farmer's cat, (from the farm near bye), but either way she was terrified of us. She only came to her kittens at night but she would nurse them, wash them and eat the food we put out for her. Last week however, she hid the biggest one and abandoned the other two. We were at Hershypark that day and so the next morning when we went outside to check on them, one of the two black kittens, was dead. The other one was barely alive and died the next night.
But those three kittens did something to my dad and he said that we could get another kitten for an outdoor cat, if it was free. So we found a free kitten add in the newspaper and got Trixie, our little calico.
We have a nice warm comfortable outdoor shelter for her, and we gave her the run of the back deck, (she is too little to go around the whole yard by herself). But every night she would cry and cry at the back door. Last night she was shut away but still somehow crying at the door, she had escaped somehow and was half way up the screen door, stuck. The poor kitten was crying and quite pitiful.
And now she is inside. I know a few people that were really allergic to cats but got one anyway and after a few weeks they stopped getting reactions to their cat. I looked it up and apparently it's more of a chance thing. Some people stop, other don't. So we are really praying that after about a week, my dad and John Paul stop getting reactions to Trixie.
But boy is she cute!
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