Some of you remember the tiny kitten that walked up to DH in the pouring rain. I named him Louie because I thought he needed a tough guy name. He was so frail that I was almost scared to hold him. The first pictures were taken tonight. Louie is growing up and the most spoiled creature I think I've ever met.
He carries on and on if he doesn't get his way. And he torments the "big" cats mercilessly. The last picture, of Louie having dinner in his Healthy Choice container, is his "before" shot. It was taken about two weeks after DH rescued him. He found a happy home with my Mil.
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