Location: Chelsea, Quebec, Canada
At two or three weeks old, Scotch was rescued from under a deck where he had been crying for three days – feral Mom was still around, apparently, but probably wasn’t getting enough food to keep her brood happy. All kittens were looked after, though. Here he is at about seven weeks, admiring the fresh snow from the window kitten perch. He will be going to his forever home in about a week.
The kitten has been given a name by his prospective owners – “Scotch” as in scotch tape. Their other kitty is named Velcro. I hope they get along as well as their namesakes. My hands and forearms (and ankles too) are covered with scratches – all he wants to do is fight and scratch and bite and play. I try to keep him occupied when possible, or well supplied with activities (like the Cardboard Kitten Castle and the kittenBridge) so that he can have some fun by himself. The early years are so important ! (to borrow a human phrase).