A chronicle of how I've become "one of those" PC volunteers.
It was a warm April night when a mangy little kitten wandered into my kitchen. I didn't want a cat, since taking them home is a hugely expensive operation, and I get attached. So I let her sleep on my floor and gave her water and some bread and figured that was that....ha
She knew a sucker when she saw one, and Quinn quickly because my buddy.
The bread that she ate at first, soon became store bought hotdogs and she started to fill out...at least, her belly did. It soon became obvious, that my sweet little kitten was in fact a "bad girl". May 17th, 2012 Mikro and Juno were born.
Named for her size, she is still as snuggly as ever.
The smaller of the two kittens came with me on a road trip, 2.5 hours South to Baku and about 9 hours West to Tovuz. She now resides in a village on the other side of the country with one of my best friends in PC, Annie.
|Last Day all together, before Mikro's road trip to Tovuz|
***In response to this blog, Mikro's mama provided this updated photo
|Mikro in February 2013|
Then there were two...
Quinn started doing her own thing, as all teenagers do, and the animal person that I am could not part with the other kitten. Quinn comes every morning and every evening for her hotdogs, and on cold or rainy nights she sleeps in the kitchen. Perhaps it was her teenage pregnancy that led her to her independence, but I still get to snuggle with Juno. (whether I like it or not)
While I watch movies...
|Steals my food|