My new baby: Ivy

This is me. And Ivy.
My mom has a feral colony around her apartments, but most, if not all, are fixed. But this little girl, and I mean, little, turned up preggers a few months back and had two tiny kittens that we know of. She had them hidden inside one of the cracks in the building and the kittens have since disappeared (unfortunate circumstances I hate to say). Mama cat has been elusive though, only showing up for food time to the few who help care for our feral colony.

Coincidence had it that Mama-cat (as my mom was calling her), showed up right when I was there.

I'm sort of known as the 'Cat Whisperer' among people who know me. I picked her right up and she started cuddling and purring at me, letting me scratch her chin. I was most worried about her physical state and brought her inside to check her over.
Our past street rescues have come with everything from broken bones to internal injuries, but Mama cat was a heathy - if very young cat. She had a good weight on her, no off lumps or bumps. She let me handle her paws, her mouth, her ears. She has very downy kitten fur and she's very petite with large paws, so I have a feeling her litter of two was a first for her. I didn't even find a single flea. I'd wager she belonged to someone if we weren't the ones feeding her every day and she spent most of her time outside our apartment flirting with my (fixed) boy cats.
Most of all I was worried about her being in heat, but she did't have any symptoms I could tell.

But again, like most cats in my life - I was Chosen. She spent over an hour laying in my lap, stretching and snoozing, letting me bond with her. I definitely knew she was my new baby when my mom's room mate attempted to pet her and she got bit! Oops!
Well, I dubbed her Miss Ivy after that (Sheila - hope you get the reference!)

We got a LOT of selfies. She wasn't keen at moving from my warm lap at all for an hour. Until she got a little bit of treats and decided to be very lady like and use the litter box!!! and politely ask to be let back outside.
She's not your average street cat that's for sure. I'm not sure if someone moved, dropped her off, or she's just plain been good at keeping herself out of trouble. But she gets along famously with our one eyed dog, Reese.
But I've mostly decided I now have an outdoor cat. My mom is calling the vet next week to set up her a spaying appointment so we can save her from any more litters of kittens, but I'm still hoping to either move in the next few months or at least convince my mom to take her on as an indoor/outdoor cat. Regardless, I've had new fur-baby come into my life and I adored the time I got to spend with such a love bug.