I was scrolling through some old pictures and found this one, from July 2013. Little (then) Docker was 7 1/2 weeks old. It’s just like going through old baby pictures of the kids. My heart goes “Awwwwww” and melts into a little puddle, wondering where my babies went. Now my real boys are all grown up and having their own babies. And this little fur baby is now three years old and is one of the older ones in the house. Now he’s running off to spend time in the bedroom, trying to get away from all the youngsters out playing in the living room, dining room and kitchen.
Docker was rescued from the old boat parked in our carport. It’s not used for boating anymore, but the feral cats in the neighborhood discovered it makes a perfect spot to have their babies in safety. Mama moved the rest of the babies when they were about four weeks old, but this little guy crawled between the seat and the side and got stuck. Mama couldn’t get him, but we heard him crying for help. And another one joined our household.