Over the weekend, mom and dad were looking at video from when I first arrived. It showed me and my momma Ellie on our 2nd day in our new home. We were playing and stuff and I was so small I hardly recognized myself. Whoa I was cute! Mom is going to try and figure out a way to edit down the hour long video so all of my furriends can see it too.
One thing that was funny is that dad was talking on the video about not knowing who my momma was and that Ellie "adopted" me. See, when we were found and brought into foster care, there were 6 of us kittens. 4 kittens a couple of weeks older than me, and then me and my brother. The rescuers assumed the 4 older kittens were my mom's and us younger tots probably belonged to another momma who did not survive. My momma Ellie is a hero no matter what. But when it turned out that once my momma Ellie and I were adopted together, I ended up nursing until I was almost 5 months old. That and the fact that my momma Ellie and I look exactly alike except for fur color. Mom said it's obvious Ellie is my one and true mom and she is a saint for nursing those other 4 kits. We purr every day that their lives are as happy and loving as our own.