In the spring of 1994, when we still lived in South Minneapolis, I was feeding a feral pregnant cat who gave birth under a neighbor's porch. When the two (surviving?) kittens were five or six weeks old, she brought them to the food dish on our front porch. I spent the entire summer of 1994 earning the trust of two feral kittens who were terribly
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The cat in my icon was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism in late October (she's on meds), so I can relate to some of your journey with Bubba.
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