Taco was the most beautiful mix Siamese feral cat I’d ever seen. She came to our backyard when she was probably three months old and established residency.

She Never allowed touching, but she was a regular and on occasion she even ventured into the house and once fell asleep under my desk.

When I suspected she could be pregnant, I put a big cardboard box in the corner of the yard with a few old blankets inside, food and drinks as usual, and before you know, you could hear those little thing squeak the morning after.

My excitement for the event must have scared her and after a day or two, she started relocating on her babies to a secret new spot, but she didn’t come back for the last one.

She keep coming back for food, mek the last child, and never wanted anything to do with it. So I have.

So I took matters into my own hands, went to the veterinary and confirmed the cat was healthy.

The next two weeks were very very intense and demanding, with a continuous loop of feeding and bathroom needs, but we made it and he was adopted by a lovely family!