I used to live on a farm. A friend who was working in the fields on the combine came to the door he held his cap out and inside were the most gorgeous tiny ginger kittens I have ever seen. My friend said luckily he had noticed them crouching in the corn field.
I fell in love with them both they must have been brothers no sign of mum or dad.One was short haired whom I named Oscar and the other one was long haired whom I named Aslan. They were both such fun to have about although Aslan seemed slower at things they were such happy brothers.
When they were 6 months old it was time to get them neutered at my local vets as I have had cats all my life I thought this will be straight forward and they would be back home at tea time…..I got a phone call round about tea time from my vet saying my long haired gorgeous baby Aslan had died under the anaesthetic. Was he given to much as he was smaller and not as strong as his brother Oscar. The vet brought him home and I buried him in the garden in his favourite blanket. He would have grown up to have been such a beautiful boy. Oscar went on to life till he was 15 he was such a gentle giant.
Now 28 years have went past and the kittens next door remind me so much off my two boys.