After my fiance' and I learned that someone we knew had found 3 newborn kittens on the street, we got very worried. This person had dogs who are unfriendly to cats, so she kept them in a cage for the whole 3 weeks of their existence! Unfamiliar with cats, her plan was to keep them in a cage for their whole lives! She wouldn't even consider taking them to a shelter. Under the guise of adoption she gave them to us, satisfied they had a good home.
Once home, we had a talk about how we loved cats, and how if we named even one we'd have to keep it! So we went the Amish way, naming them only after their coloring, until we could find them homes. Whitey, the male, was nervous about his new found freedom and he wouldn't leave the carrier. His sister, Brownie, was so happy with the space to play that she chased her own tail for hours. Both babies were scared in their new home, and we tried making them feel safe until they adjusted.
Their sister, had no fear and only interested in exploring! We lost track of her several times! She was fearless and adorable. She explored every spot in their small room, and every time we let her, pioneered the path to bigger places. My fiance' gave her the name Venture, applauding her adventurous nature. She was the runt of the litter, and needed special attention.
Whitey found a home that very day, and once he and B. were old enough they went their separate ways. By then, little Venture was in our hearts, and now, a year later, I can't imagine life without her. She is still venturous, exploring and causing trouble, still tiny, and the light of our lives!
Newburgh, NY
