RIP Runt

Here's Runt at exactly 3 weeks old, the day she emerge from the woodpile.  We named her Runt as someone told us the first one out was usually the weakest.  Though I swore I wouldn't take another cat home from the Caribbean, from that very first day she was a part of me...

Back in the states, it took her about 5 minutes to adapt.  Having had 4 brothers to compete with for the first 8 weeks of her life, our 3 other cats were no competition.  She quickly took over.

Our intention was to keep her as an inside cat, but there was no stopping her.  Whenever she spotted a chance to make it out the door, she'd was off like a shot.  It was only a few days before she was completely comfortable coming and going; she'd never go far.

Sadly, she must have gotten into some poison outside somewhere.  Though she'd only been missing for a few hours, when we found her she was already dead.  I can't imagine where she would have gotten poison from, but my Mom saw her with a mouse earlier.  The mouse might have been poisoned, who knows...

She was very much a part of us and we're going to miss her something terrible...