Once Upon a Time, A Russian Poet Was an Adorable Kitten

Guess who is sick.

This girl.

In other news, when you’re sick you sometimes find yourself staring at your cats destroy your carefully folded laundry while you curl up in a chair and hack up a lung. It all of a sudden occurred to me that Pushkin has really grown up. He turned four only a few months ago, but this very muscular and adult-sized cat is so different from the malnourished, three-month-old feral kitten we rescued.

I found some baby pictures for you to enjoy because I find that cute animals makes congestion a little easier to handle.

This first one is right after his mother (a feral cat) got run over and a few weeks before we coaxed him into the cat carrier to be taken to the vet.

This next one is from the day he got home from the vet. He was around three months old and very underweight. I had just turned fourteen at the time.

Pippa playing with Pushkin.

Pushkin at six months old. Max, the cat behind him, is about two-years-old at the time. Max was born in a boat and rescued, along with his five siblings, at five-weeks by my cousin and her husband during a hail storm. His mother was also feral.

And as always, you can also find me on tumblr at http://emleng93.tumblr.com/, if, you know, you’re into that kind of thing.

 

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