Kitty #7

I was on the phone with my father last Sunday, when Tarzan came to me, heaved a huge sigh and said

"Go look at the front walk."

Puzzled and distracted I wandered out and found this tiny little bundle of fluff that was so cute:

Once I have a baby though, I can't not keep it:

He's (we think it's a he) so sweet. So tiny:

I'm a little worried that he isn't eating enough or he might have a parasite or something because he's not gaining much weight yet. Maybe he just needs time?:

My favorite thing is how he needs these enclosed spaces to relax in:

I know I have discussed Tarzan's deal with cats previously but before you start to pity the boy, consider that HE came to get me - chances are I wouldn't even have seen it in the front yard - and he is very active and particular about naming our animals. We (He) thought long and hard about this one as well. Bacon - which in German is Speck which is highly appropriate with the weight thing and we think he's related to one of our other cats:

There can't be too many mothers in the alley with a tail like that.

This is me, with Speck