Bashing around!

I saw him out of the corner of my eye, in a tiny cage in the back room. I was at the animal shelter just " looking" and there he was. Sick, scared, tiny.

It was decided he needed a home. However, he was too sick to be adopted yet and to young. So the kind lady said I could foster him hoping he would improve. I readily agreed.

She was wonderful. She decided he was her baby and that was the end of it. They were inseparable. This tiny cream kitten, and this larger cream pup.

He became healthier and stronger. He grew. He started to gain markings. I needed a name for him. Sebastion. Bash for short. But somehow he ended up truly being called bashling.

My cream babies!

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Those eyes though...

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