One very hot August morning Bubba and I went for a walk and found a tiny kitten crying on someone's porch. We went up to the door to tell them their kitten had gotten out and the woman who answered the door told us he was not hers and he had been out there all morning and they had no idea where he came from. So we took him home.
I could tell he was really young and on the five minute walk home I hoped that he was old enough for solid food. Luckily when I made him a bowl of kibble mixed with water (to soften it) he gobbled it down.
We moved him to our guest room and put a double baby gate up to keep him from escaping, or our other cats from getting in. Bubba had been fascinated with Ivor since we got him, visiting him often and playing with him through the baby gate.
Finally Ivor was eight weeks old and he was able to get tested and came out negative, but he did still have worms so while he can come out of his room, he still cannot share a litter box for another three weeks til his final dewormer treatment is done.
Ivor loves life on the outside.
And has become Bubba's best buddy.
They scare the other cats a little because they are both so energetic, and sometimes they get a little rough with each other and they have to be separated.
But every time you do, they always end back together in no time.
It seems Bubba has finally found his kitty.