Musical Monty

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.

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