Siblings Gone, But Not Forgotten
In the fall of 1989, a feral cat bore a litter of six kittens–three tuxedo boys and three calico females–outside Mom’s Mount Clemens home. With winter coming, she lured them into a back room of her home with food. The mother kitty never adjusted to “captivity,” but eventually all six kittens did. Brave was the first; he walked straight into the door from the deck with no fear (hence his name). Then Bandit, Bad Boy, and Brenna warmed up to Mom and her other cats. Bits and Bytes were the last holdouts. A year later, the mother cat bore a litter of two. Pot’o’Fur survived, and was adopted, although she never really became domesticated.