Here’s my baby-cat, Monty, at about eight weeks old. He was pretty darn good at pounding the ivories.
He was so malnourished when I rescued him from the impound that his fur was sparse for what seemed like forever. In reality, it was only a couple of months before he grew a thick, glossy black kitty coat.
And here he is today
Cuddling with big sister Cleopatra. She’s the one at the top of the picture.
beautiful. i love black cats. Monty looks like Binky!!