So, what's new?

Well, it's been a crazy few weeks here at the House of Bast.
Heck, months. 
First, we've taken in one of the porch cats, MacIntyre.  She was pregnant and we wanted her to have her kittens someplace safe.

Like on the stairs.  Seriously, I was sitting on the stairs and she plopped down next to me.  I stepped away to get a glass of water and when I got back, there was a kitten, still tethered and wet.  I had a birthing box set up and put them in it.  There are now five kittens.  All healthy. 

Which is something we were worried about, why we brought her in.  Mac's little more than a kitten herself, about ten months old.  She goes through a couple of cans of wet food a day.  She wouldn't have had that under the porch across the street.  

So now, we're going to find homes for all six of them.

Our next surprise are these two handsome fellows- Narmer (top) and Khonsu (bottom).

They're newcomers to the House of Bast, coming during the early days of the corona virus outbreak.  Early news stories implied that cats could spread the virus and, knowing human nature, we're assuming someone (or a couple of someones) took that as permission to dump their cats.  Both are terribly, terribly lost and frightened.  Originally, they'd both runaway if you glanced at them too loudly.    With a little patience (and wetfood) I've gained a little of their trust, going so far as to giving Narmer scritches.

And then, we've suffered a loss.  Gizmo, bonded to the humans next door, was an honorary member of the tribe, passed on a couple of weeks ago.  He was old (17 years!) and it was his time.  He will be missed.