When Knitting Was a Manly Art

Grace is one of two surviving siblings from our first hand raised litter. Their momma disappeared late in June about 6 years ago leaving us with 5 three week old kittens. A crash course on feeding 5 very hungry little mouths. We learned a lot with this litter.

Grace was a shy kitty and wouldn’t come into the barn to eat with the rest of the litter and later that summer completely disappeared. We were sure that she had become a coyotes dinner, but about two months later while out feeding one evening, I heard a strange meow and saw a *very* thin Grace coming across the field. She had always been more shy with me, so I called Eileen and she was able to catch her and she instantly become part of the indoor tribe. We suspect she had been living completely feral, eating what she could catch and was painfully thin.

She’s still a shy kittty, but for the most part gets along with the rest of the indoor cats. She’s put on a bit of weight - we call her the land whale - and she’s finally come to trust me to the point that she’s one of my morning greeters. These are the cats that notice that I’m awake and jump on the bed to purr in my ear and lick my nose and tell me that their food bowls are empty.

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