* Rocky, Rory and their mom April found their forever home together with a wonderful person! *

April came into Hamilton Animal Control as a stray. She had given birth to one kitten on the finder’s porch earlier in the day. HAC staff made her comfortable, and kept a close eye on her thinking she would have more, but April only had one baby. This baby’s name is Rocky!

A couple of days later, a single kitten was found alone in the attic of a home. There was no mother to be found, so the homeowner brought the kitten to HAC. Staff members introduced this kitten to April, and she took to him like he was her own. He is a little bit older than April’s own kitten, but our vets advise that this shouldn’t be an issue. Especially since April only had the one baby to feed and care for. She seems pretty happy to have the little orphan as part of her wee family! His foster family have named the little orphan, Rory!

April is a fantastic mom, and she’s very friendly. She has a loud purr and constant happy feet for everyone she meets! She did a great job raising her babies, and now they’re all ready to find their forever home!
** We are asking that Rocky and Rory be adopted as a pair **

Here’s a report from their foster mom:

“RORY
I am RORY, red king, hear me mew…. And don’t let ‘sad eyes’ fool you…..
As a ginger boy, I am basically a goof. I eat, romp, attack, lick, cuddle and slumber. I do everything with gusto and put little thought into what I’m doing….I just ‘goes’ for it. Numerous times daily (when I was little and using non clump litter) my foster mom would have to clean my dirty, piggy, nose from the day’s adventures but she never had to clean Rocky’s, guess that means he wasn’t doing it right. I’m a Viking in training….attack, eat and drink, slumber. I doesn’t hesitate to propel himself from the floor onto my foster moms’ calf and begin my ascent, I must like her yelps of ‘yowza’. In between blitz attacks of my brother and my foster moms’ legs, I will stop and give her knee a quick couple licks. When I feast, I will scarf down the chow and afterward while mom and Rocky are cleaning themselves, like all respectable felines are suppose to do after a meal, I will plan and carry out sneak attacks on them, much to their dismay. I like to launch myself onto any door frame and try to climb it. I only get about a foot and a half and slide down but find it very amusing. I quietly practice my belly low to the ground walk and stare at my foster moms’ feet under the cover, ready for one false move on her part.
I do particularly enjoy a rousing game of ‘can’ I fit the humans’ whole toe in my mouth’ game while Rocky prefers to attack human fingers. I figured out early that full body massages are awesome and if you look wistfully into your human’s eyes, you can get pretty much anything you want….pets, head and chin rubs, food, kisses, cuddles, and sleeping under the covers where you pretend to be snoozy but then attack the bare flesh….mwah ha ha.
Now that I am a bit older, I enjoy human, snuggle, snooze time and will seek out my foster mom or her teenager or resident feline to hunker down beside, it’s best to be in a big pile up. I am a darling boy that will be a loyal, loving companion forever.
Are my brother and I bonded? Well, we may be brothers from another mother (literally :o) but we are just like any other siblings…..we bite each other’s bum and faces off and chomp on each other’s’ feet, ears, and tails and when all that wrassling is done, we like to flake out together. Our favourite spot, on top of the warm PS3 player which we fight each other for and normally end up just trying to share.

ROCKY
Talk about sad eye’s geez, you’d think this little fluff balls life was hard.
My foster mom had wanted to give me a super tough name like Thor but when you’re just so ‘beautiful’ it’s difficult to be taken seriously but don’t let my sweet, calendar face and precious looks fool you, I am one heck of a beastly beast. Wake time is all about charge, attack, nibble, climb, pounce, jump, and launch, did I say attack already? :o)
I’m not a bad boy but rather a baaaaaaaddddddd boy…..all fluffy and pretty and then whammo, you get suckered in and it’s open season on your toes or fingers. I like toes but I have to be honest and say that I do hold a special place in my heart for fingers, teenage fingers, middle age fingers, it’s all good just as long as they are exposed and I can sneakily pounce. Unlike my ginger brother, I’m no goofball….I’m very sophisticated indeed. While I do eat, romp, attack, lick, cuddle and slumber and do everything with vigor, I’d have to say I do it in a more refined, cultured way than my marmalade coloured sibling.
Never once has my nose ever needed to have litter dust cleaned from it like my bro. However, we do share similar interests…I do very much enjoy the ‘propel onto the door frame game’ and try to climb it. I only get about a foot and a half and slide down but find it very amusing and I’m fairly certain that I can make it higher than my brother.
I do particularly enjoy a rousing game of ‘can’ I fit the humans’ whole finger in my mouth’ game but funny enough, my human friends don’t seem to let me chomp on them lovely, wiggling digits. I’m not always up for full body massages but when the mood strikes me, I begin purring right away and often fall over because they are so awesome.
Are my brother and I bonded? Well, we may be brothers from another mother (literally :o) but we are just like any other siblings…..we bite each other’s bum and faces off and chomp on each other’s’ feet, ears, and tails and when all that wrassling is done, we like to flake out together. Our favourite spot, on top of the warm PS3 player which we fight each other for and normally end up just trying to share.”