The FIRST kitten — a palm-sized baby — who stood in the cold, meowing in front of the gate, sensing that here lived a kind heart that wouldn’t harm, torture, or starve him.
He’s deaf (common in white cats) and the sweetest tomcat on the planet.
Because he can’t hear, he’s occasionally been hurt by dogs or people — but never seriously, and never with lasting damage.
After a while and more incidents (see MOLDOVA CATS STORY), I had an enclosure built so that the cats could at least be kept safe at night. The new house was only in planning — that would take nearly two more years…
Today, he’s a perfectly groomed cat. No one is whiter than Flocki. Very vocal, very visual — he watches intensely because he can’t hear — but full of mojo (credit to JACKSON GALAXY — CAT MOJO is the GOOD CONFIDENCE in cats. GENIUS! So I borrow the term, with credit, of course!).
Flocki is very happy.
