Back in 2003 I fostered a mom, Charlie, who gave birth at my hosue. She had five kittens, and one of them was painfully small. He was less then two ounces when he was born. I called him Peanut. His siblings were the first set I picked a group name and oddly enough the names all worked for their personalities. They were Kermit, Miss Piggy, Gonzo and Fozzie.
She did for several years.She had changed their names to Miles (for Gonzo) and Treads ( for Peanut, because he has a few extra toes) but we lost touch. I often wonder after them and how they are doing.
Well a few minutes ago she commented on an old post and wanted to let me know that Miles and Treads are doing well. IMMD.