These are photos of our foundling cat Harley.
He was abandoned by his mother at the tender age of 3 weeks and "adopted us" by climbing up my husband Alan's pant leg one hot summer night 3 years ago when he went out to the pasture to let our horses in for the night. He barely weighed a few ounces, was dirty and hungry but it was love at first sight.The rest is history and we have treasured every moment since. He shares our home with 2 Labradors and 2 cats.
The Foundling
This story is inappropriate and should be flagged for moderation. Please choose from one of the following options:

