About a month ago, we got a new stray kitten. A straggly, skin-and-bones, strangely colored, yet adorable kitten. She was about 4 weeks old and had just a few teensy weensy teeth that were definitely not ready for grown-up food. She was named Dorcas, after the small town near where she was found.
Fast forward another 4 weeks and Dorcas is still adorable, but now her little tummy pooches out and she had grown a nice thick, outdoor-kitty coat. I made fudge and, while it cooled on the porch, I had my (at least 3 times daily) visit with Dorcas. I snapped pictures while I was there. I have to say, kittens are not easy to photograph and this kitten is even harder. She's much more attached to us than previous strays have been, which means that, as soon as she sees a person, she wants to climb all over them and snuggle up for a nap. Nevertheless, I managed to get a few good-ish pictures.
I keep finding myself making excuses to go out and visit this charming little bundle of fur.
|The box that was her shelter when she was littler. Now it's|
just a climbing structure.
|This picture is to display Dorcas's tail. Her ears and her tail|
are a striking charcoal against her otherwise black fur.