I am now living with six cats:
Panguer Ban (the mom)
Panguer 2.0 (looks just like mom)
Grimalkin (a recent rescue a little older than the other four)
Nox (all black)
Lumos (all white)
and the runt of the litter.
Let me tell you, there is plenty of love. From the very beginning I have been trying to find homes for each of the kittens. I made it very clear that I am not crazy about living with animals and that I don't want them in the house.
We have found homes for all of the kittens (when they are weened) except one.The runt of the litter is the only girl. She had to be bottle fed the first three weeks because she wasn't nursing with her mom. She is smaller than all the others and she isn't particularly cute like the others. People that come and look at the kittens aren't interested in her because she isn't as playful as her siblings. No one wants her.
She is a little fighter. She doesn't let the others push her around despite the fact that she is the littlest. She is very vocal and comes out swinging. She doesn't like people and hisses when they pick her up, but she will spend an entire afternoon in my arms while I work. She likes to sleep on my chest. When I come home from work I find her on my pillow, waiting for me. She is different and kind of an acquired taste but then again, so am I.
Meet Andromache (Andee for short) my little fighter.