This is Cooper Peady. I named him that because he was born and raised in a pipe that ran through someones front yard. Why is that relevant? Because there is a town in Australia where opals are mined. That particular town is named Coober Pedy which translates roughly into 'white man in hole.' See the connection? Cooper is whitish, more so when he was a baby, and he lived in a hole.
Anyway, I found out about him from talking with a lady at a thrift shop. We had both been looking at cat figurines. She asked me if i was interested in adopting one of a batch of kittens that were in dire straits. Fortunately, we were going through a drought then so the poor babies weren't washed away. But they desperately needed new homes.
The story was that some people moved and left their female, un spayed, cat. It's a sad story but had a happy ending as all her kittens found a home and so did she. And I was lucky enough to get my wonderful Peady boy.
He was so little that at first I had to bottle feed him for about a week. And he had no idea what life was like outside his pipe home so he was terrified at everything. I spent weeks holding him and snuggling until he felt more at ease. Now he loves being here and loves his two older brothers, Mr. Louis and especially Zachary Binx.
This is Mr. Louis. One of Cooper Peady's brothers. A friend of mine called me one day and said that she had found a kitten in her garage. The poor baby had been dumped in her neighborhood and was starving to death, literally. I brought him home and he recovered well. He loves to jump on our laps, flip his head upside down and wait for some scritches on his chin. Or to flop on his side and get belly rubs. He is almost invisible when he sits on that pillow.
The reason that he has a pink collar on is that it shows up better against his fur coat. He doesn't mind what color it is because he is color blind, lol.
So this is part of my family.