While walking in my back field about a month ago I heard some meowing. I followed the sound and soon discovered a little gray kitten hiding in the grass in the now dry creek bed. I'd guess he was only 8 weeks old. I had some dog kibble in my pocket and tossed him some and he dove on it and ate it right up. Decided to take the dogs home and came back with more food and water for the little guy. He was still there and came right out to eat some more and let me pick him up. He wasn't feral, that's for sure! What could I do but bring him home? I'd said I didn't want to look for another cat after my Charlie died back in March. But the universe sent me this one so now I have a cat again.
He was totally unafraid of the dogs, seemed very socialized and calm. I have no idea where he came from but people often drop their unwanted pets off out here, that is all I can guess. He has a home now! We named him Cwtch, (rhymes with Butch) you can read about the name here if you'd like. Here is a quick definition of this Welsh word: ‘…Cwtch,
which has long been a familiar word in the Welsh language, was given two
definitions: noun (Welsh) 1. a cupboard or cubbyhole. 2. a cuddle or
hug.’
Also means a safe place, which he certainly found here.
So of course I had to paint him.
As you can see if the video comes through, Cwtch isn't afraid of the dogs! He loves Roscoe and is constantly pouncing on him and chasing him. Roscoe is slightly baffled by this, he is usually the one bugging the other animals!
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This one is my favorite:
The little guy is growing fast! He already seems a teenager, complete with some bratty behavior. But he is a joy and so much fun to watch him race around and play. I am grateful he came into our lives.
