Winds of change
Thanks again to all you lovely people out there for your encouraging comments. It's just the sweetest nectar! Well, it's been a while since the last post but here I go again with an update from the Greek hills.
So one day I'm loving how close I've finally managed to get to Tiny and his brother. Yes, turns out Tiny is a boy! Tiny and Co. is letting me take photos up close and personal - and Tiny ate crunchies right out of my hand. Can you imagine my exhillaration!! Soft little whiskers tickling the palm of my hand... bliss. We're talking feral kittens who vanished at the speed of light at the mere (even at long distance) sight of a human approaching when I first spotted them back in early November. Oh, how I love the process of gaining the trust of a timid or shy animal.
One morning they each had a toy mouse - thougth it would be fun to see how they would react. Tiny was very careful and tried to see if it was possible to finish the mouse off in a gentle and dainty way...
Whereas brother Ninja lived up to his name in full and went staight for the "kill" - sharpened claws, sabertoothed fangs, honed suffocation techniques, flying kung fu moves and what have you...You don't even see a mouse in the picture, so fierce was the wrestle :-)
It was over within minutes and Ninja was very well pleased with his stellar efforts. He was very keen to show brother Tiny how it's done... but Tiny was content with the slow kill. It was really cute to see their different their natures.
Knowing that another cold storm was coming I went out to buy a little house that could house the whole little family. Nothing was spared so the house was padded with a big fluffy pillow and wollen blankets (yes I know, any cat person in this part of the world would think I've lost my marbles!!) - shouldn't all cats have a warm bed?! But alas, they never even got to spend a night in their new house. I'm not sure if it was the wind, the sound and sight of other cats or the fact that kittie mommy is pregnant again (oh dear!)... but something made them move a few hundred metres down the road into an old abandoned shack. It took me two days to find them in their new location. Two hungry kittens finally gave it away when I repeatedly called them. Luckily they've been fed a rich a nurishing kitten food for two months so they're well bolstered. But... I miss their presence in the garden. How can you not grow just a little bit attached to a couple of cutie pies like these when you've fed them three to four times a day for two months. Anyway... at least I know where to go to feed them. But I sure wouldn't mind if the wind changes direction again and send them straight back into the garden!