Huckleberry, a not-quite-one-year-old outdoor cat. Last fall during cattle works one of our day hands, G.R, found two shrieking baby kittens in our oil pit [which was clean for the most part, no oil in there atleast]. They were about 4 weeks old, skinny and scared to pieces. I waited a day but the Mama never did go back to them, so we tried to save them. One of the two, which was very thin and screamed terribly, died very soon. I bottlefed Huckleberry and kept him on the porch and we nursed him back to health, then he became one of our many outdoor cats. He is SO full of personality; what a suckup. He loves to be held and to cuddle, is always purring, just has as much character as a cat can. Here he is up in the tree; no editing except for the border and resizing. I like to think I'm an advancing photographer, not editor. These would probably be better if his fur was whitened, but I still enjoy these shots. C&C welcome!