A couple weeks ago, I told you all about a stray cat we had befriended and named Kyle. Kyle died and my kids were quite upset about it. Even the little ceremony we had and the statue we placed in the yard didn't seem to make up for his loss. Click here to read about Kyle
For Fourth of July, we went to Steven's brother's house to celebrate. One of his cats had recently had kittens. There were three left. I believe he said one had died already. There was a little runty kitten there, skin and bones, that we immediately scooped up. One look from the kids, and we had to take him home. The boys decided he looked just like Kyle, so we named the kitten Kyle II.
Kyle II, although he was an outdoor cat, took to the litter box immediately. A trip to the vet confirmed he is on the road to recovery and he has already plumped up to .9 pounds. It is hard to get a picture of a rambunctious kitty, but here he is prowling around the kitchen window:
To show just how tiny he is, I scooped him up for a quick picture: