Maté and Abu

We were walking back from dinner a few months ago when Dana spied an eight-week-old kitten on a busy street corner, a likely refugee from one of the parks near our home that are filled with feral cats. We decided we couldn't leave her there. I scooped her up in my palm and after a thorough scrubbing in the tub and a trip to the vet the next morning, Maté (named after the traditional Argentine drink) was given a clean bill of health and introduced to her older brother Abu. The two get after each other fairly regularly, but most of the time they seem to enjoy each other's company.