Chloe

A few days later the people who found the kittens called. They had been able to adopt out one of the kittens but still had two more and they had to go back to the States for three weeks. Was there any way we could foster sit for three weeks? We couldn't say no. Chloe's brothers came to stay with us. My husband was able to find a home for the orange kitten I had named Felix. I fell in love with Chloe and her brother Louie. One morning Dave tied a note with a ribbon around Louie's neck that said, "If you really love me, you can keep me." So Chloe got to keep her big brother around.

The kittens turn two this month. Chloe is cute and petite, and Louie is a big handsome grey kitty. They love to play together still. Although Chloe is small, she's a tough little girl. She loves to hunt, jump, stalk her siblings and yell at the neighbor cats. One day I heard a big thud in the garden and then skittering through the fallen leaves. I figured one of the dogs was chasing an iguana that had fallen out of the tree, but no, it was Chloe. Fortunately she kept about five feet away and avoided the whipping of its tail. She doesn't know she's just a little kitty.