These twin brothers, Taymon and Tarquin, were born at the side of my house underneath my husband's workbench. Their mother was feral, and she abandoned them as soon as they were weaned. Every day I put food and water out for them. They were two tiny, hungry orphans alone in a big, cruel world, and I knew they would soon become coyote food if I didn't do something! So, I captured them and took them into my home. They were feral, frightened, and flea-bitten, but after lots of love, veterinary care, and good food, they became my friends and companions. These little clowns amuse me daily with their silly antics. I cannot imagine how I ever lived without them! And who says black cats are not lucky?

Sandra O.
Chula Vista, CA