My neighbors' granddaughter found a tiny black and white kitten in the yard of an abandoned house. I said I'd take it, and immediately took it to the vet. It was loaded with fleas and they immediately gave it a flea bath. I held her wrapped in a towel while we waited to see the vet. She weighed one pound three ounces, and fit in the palm of my hand. She is still the smallest of my five cats. And as I type this she's sitting on my lap and across one arm. Her nickname is Brat Cat. She has something against all black cats and is constantly attacking her older all-black sister and a rescue black cat who is currently living behind my couch. (There are days my spray water bottle gets quite a workout.)
Her name is Millie and she loves to play fetch.
But my neighbor has also seen her sitting in my bay window with Smoky (from behind the couch) basking in the sunshine.
One paw pad on each of her feet is pink while the others are black.
She also loves to watch action videos on the computer, and is partial to Mary Poppins videos.
Actually all but one of my cats is a rescue. I found my two three-year-old girls with their brothers under a lilac bush in my back yard when they were tiny. I brought them in and they lived in my bathtub for a few days until I could get them to a vet. I kept the girls and found a wonderful home for the boys.
RIVERVIEW, MI
