.... Poppa Smoke, a handsome little guarded tomcat, whose heart still wants to be someone's loved one, despite having been cruelly abandoned before, when he was young... in the real world of not-gentle nature, Smoke has several times come to be cared for with battle scars and even a cluster of ticks, oy-yoy-yoy. Loves some petting and careful, skilled handling... He still loves to take meal in the rescue-restaurant (aka, the playpen by the sliding glass door to the deck) where he and Cider first ventured to visit us
.... Cider, a diligent little uncle who's always close-by, first to greet an intruder, or babysitting some exploring kittens and applying his knowledge of where the access vents are to the warmth of the house's crawlspace, working hard to clear the path. Yet his favorite entertainment is to roll to have his tummy rubbed, or offer his marvelous golden furry noggin to be vigorously petted from ear-to-ear. What a beautiful sweet face
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