So on my boss's farm, in just the past few years we have unexpectedly have had our black cats produce white babies with dark pigment skin- and when they mature they have blue eyes and develop dark points like any siamese.
All we have are brown tabys, a couple calicos, and a lot of black (& white) cats. Never a white or grey or even a hint of siamese. Not even toms around like this, not even the neighbors have siamese. So we figure that this rare white one was a throwback to a cat my mom had years ago who was half siamese. Now Belle was our first ever and she was just so dear to both me and my boss but unfortunately Belle was not with us long, she had had a stroke and had to be pts. Then a couple years later, Ellie came along and again she was loved right from the start and she was just the sweetest thing ever... but one night after work I accidentally ran her over when I thought I was given the all clear from my boss... Both were extremely heartbreaking losses. And then a feral black cat shows up and produces two beautiful kittens, one a blue eyed siamese taby named Snowy and the other a siamese with white paws named... Kitten lol. Both are still alive probably due to the help of their mother's feral nature being passed to them. Snowy is feral like her mother, but Kitten is still friendly but its on her terms. (she is also pregnant now and due soon) :)
Anyway this spring we had a surprising number of 3 white babies born. Honestly we thought Belle was an extremely rare case and when ellie came along it was like lightning striking twice soo 3 babies!? I was sooo excited!
But unfortunately a feral aggressive tom killed two of the 3 and the other was abandoned by a bad mother... So I placed the remaining kitten in with a mother who had given birth a couple days prior, the mother I knew would be a good mother to him. And he did really well for the first few weeks but then the kitten started crying desperately, he was smaller than the others and he just was not getting enough to eat.
Determined not to see him suffer and starve to death I bought formula and began bottle feeding him. He took to it right away. It was a lot of work making sure I fed him enough everyday but it was worth it to see him grow. He is now about 6 months old and he has grown into just the sweetest beautiful little guy. I named him Ragnar, after the actor on Vikings, for his stunning blue eyes.
I did recently have a scare with him these past couple days as one day he was just not himself, just sleepy and weak. I treated his ears with ear mite meds and also dewormed him (he was feeling thinner than he should be) and I've already seen a good improvement with his attitude and appetite- he wolfed down some tuna tonight like a champ. Im keeping a close eye on him for now in case I have to take him into the vet on monday but im hoping that he is on the road to his old self.
I just fell in love with this little monster. He knows his name and comes when I call him, or when I get to work and he hears me he comes running. He loves to be held and will stay in my arms all day if I would let him. Loves to cuddle or sleep in my arms. He is such a darling little kitty. He was totally worth every minute and penny saving him. :)
Anyway here is my special little man!