But when he looks up at me with adoration there's no way to be mad at him. He's out of Sylvie's first litter of kittens. He looks so much like his mama (who disappeared in October) that sometimes I have to look twice to be sure who he is.
The other picture is Moon's mother, Sylvie with our old man Taffy.
And then there's our little brat, Flower. He's also Sylvie's baby. He's sweet but also fiesty. My Boxer Hugo is terrified of him.
