We have a foster momma cat and soon to have kittens. She showed up in our garden. I had thought she was a male kitty, thanks to a couple of fluffs of fur on her butt but she had a secret. Her name, for the moment, is Cleo. She’s a classic tabby with the whorls of color on her sides, rather than the stripes like most of our others. Once the kittens can eat on their own, the Humane Society will take them so they can find homes.
I also was able to remove a kitty from an idiot neighbor, and took her to the Humane Society. It broke my heart that I couldn’t keep her, but the very nice people at the shelter said she would be okay since she was young and friendly. I am a misanthrope with reason.
And a picture of our goofy cat Apollo who is sleeping under the coffee table.