This is the tiny little Blanca. She belongs to a good friend of ours, and we cat-sit her every now and then when he needs to go out of town. She’s a rescue cat (yay!) and was so tiny and skittish when she first arrived that it just broke my heart to think of her life before we met her. She didn’t wither those roses btw – I don’t think she’s Basement Cat.
This is Mika. When we first got him, we called him Mika Kittensoft. But now that he’s grown, he’s Mika Cattinen. The unholy mess you see surrounding this new kitten is me putting all the Christmas decorations away.
His momma was a barn cat and his daddy was a stud Siamese who got out of the house one night … half DSH, half Siamese and all noise. That’s our Meekers.
Mika was a gift – not something I’d reccommend to anyone, btw. Animals make very very bad surprise gifts. The shelters are full enough.