While going to the pump shack to leave some kibble at the tray by the door, I heard a plaintive little meowing. It was one of Rosencrantz’s white and grey babies, out by the junk pile.
Not only did it let me pet it, but allowed me to carry it to the kibble house!
Unlike the fuzzy beauty behind it. The girls have been able to lure it close enough to touch, but so far, I haven’t had any luck at all.
What a difference between them. The tabby is from the oldest litter of the year, and the white and grey is from one of the youngest litters. I’d estimate there’s about 4 months between them.