Mom said, I was always bringing home strays, and here are the kittens from one of the strays I brought home.
I was walking home from school, when I saw a dirty, but fat cat in the road. I spoke to her and she followed me. She seemed very hungry and so, when I got home I fed her milk and some of the cat food we had for our Siamese, Smokey.
About that time, Mom came in and questioned me about the cat. It was determined that the next day we would bring her to the animal shelter. Mom suspected she was not fat, but expecting kittens!
Sure enough, that night, the cat had three kittens, and then she passed away. Mom, Mel and I all took turns feeding the babies and they all lived. We even had two of them with us for a while.
The two we kept were Ebony and Endora, which I am holding.
I still look out for, and rescue critters when I can. I sure hate to see anything lost or suffering. I guess it just was in my genes, and started very early.