Four years ago, a litter of kittens was born to a feral mother, in a field near a small airport in rural New Jersey. The life of a feral kitten is, to quote Hobbes (Thomas, not Calvin-and), solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short. But these kittens were incredibly lucky and not destined to grow up feral. Instead, when they were a month old, they were trapped by a kind soul and brought to a no-kill rescue.
The pretty grey one was quickly adopted. The three remaining were just as pretty, but they were black, and so they waited for a home. The first got his wish when he was 7 months old.
The second, a little girl, waited to find her home until she was already a year old.
And the last one... the "least friendly"... he was over a year and a half old before someone finally took him home.
And to his surprise, when he got to that home - way far away in Virginia - he found his sister and brother waiting for him.
Do I know you?
Four years ago, the family of New Jersey expat cats affectionately known by their adopters as the "Meowfia" were reunited, and despite their time apart, despite there being other cats in the home which whom they have formed friendships, the siblings immediately recognized each other as family - they sleep together, play with each other, groom each other and eat from the same plate. And that least friendly one - is a total love bug!
It's good to finally be HOME!
So if you or someone you know is uncertain about bringing home a whole family, this family's adopters say they couldn't imagine not having all of them together again!