Years ago we got a kitten and I named him Red. Later my wife brought home another kitten from her sister’s. So I named her Buttons because her fur reminded me of the swirling grey and black buttons my grandmother had in her sewing box. So we had Red and Buttons.

The next kitten I got was a stray. I kept hearing him meowing outside. But I could never see him. So, I used some wild animal hand taming techniques I know until he got used to me and would come out to eat the little bit of food I would put out. Then over several nights I would move the bowl closer to my front door leaving the door open so he would get closer. Finally I moved the bowl onto the threshold, then just inside the door and finally inside the living room. I would just sit there watching TV. He would creep in eat and dash back out. Finally one time instead of dashing back outside, he dashed to one corner of the living room. I got up, walked to the door and shut the door. Bingo we had another kitten.

He was so young. Something must have happened to his mother. I doubt he could have been naturally weaned. We’ll I imprinted him that night. From then on he thought I was his mother. I named him Bows. So we had Red, Buttons and Bows.

My next kitten was brought to me by Bows. She was clearly a stray as well. I guess Bows knew I would take care of her. I named her Bitsy. My wife asked me why Bitsy. I said, “Because I’ll name our next cat Itsy so we will have Itsy, Bitsy, Red, Buttons and Bows.

Story aside, I like your site. Lord Bless.

Not a cat lover but this is a good idea.

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