So, story begins. I was talking with friend in phone and she said that she has now a kitten. I was suprised and asked where she got it? Someone had left it in rubbish can, where it and it's sis was found. They was in cardboard box, which was closed with sticky tape. This one survived, but sis died after couple day's, even my friend did everything to let it live. When they found, they did still had eyes closed!

But she tought she don't have enought time for kitten. I can't do work at the moment, so I thought the kitten would come to us. We talked with husband also and kitten came to week's test time.

This will be kinda like a blog for Morris the cat.

Our major concern was our dog, labrador retriever called Jake. It never liked cats, has been chacing them if see and it always seemed cats wouldn't survive if dog would catch them. Cats always have been winner. It's stupid that in situation lke that, dog don't listen anything.

Anyway, it was all good. Our small kitten was pure warrior and never escaped. Guess who is boss in the house now?

We had major problem also to name the kitten. It had rought start, it survived since he seems to be such strong little kitten. Even it is small indeed, it needed name with attitude. When cat had been in our house 3 weeks, we finally found a good name, Morris.

Morris always find good places to hide and sleep. And it's cutest cat I've seen. Just wondering what he will look an adult.

Adding some pictures. Morris is now 2 kg heavy 'kitten'.