As the title says we found our little girl in a wheel well of a truck in the city lot across from our house. We were packing to go to the beach when I heard her little cries. The city lot is protected by a fence and security gate. We got in our car only to see the gate was open (which it NEVER is) and snatched her up. Everything worked in the divine timing of the CDS gods. When we got her home she was riddled with fleas. I always think about where her mother went. We never witnessed additional activity.

It’s been over a year now, but the CDS gave us a ditzy little cloud to wreak havoc on our other two cats. A storm that never subsides, but lucky for us we love dancing in the rain🥹

I was out knocking on doors around my neighborhood this weekend. Walked up to a house where a bunch of kids were congregating by a parked car. Asked for the grownup; their adult person came out and we talked about voting and such.
As I am getting ready to leave they go:
“Do you want a kitten? We found it under the car about a week ago but I am worried my dogs will harm it. Shelters are not responding and it has been a week.”
And well… after a call to the spouse to make sure it would be okay, I took him home.
This is Earl Grey AKA Bumpy in honor of being found in the car “bumper”(the kids were calling him that). Vet visit ✅; he is healthy but has fleas… we are treating so I appreciate any tips. All needed tests were fine. No microchip, so finders keepers. 🙌🏽
He is sweet and warmed up fast once we fed him. Now in a cozy, cat loving home 🏠

It was around 8 PM. My friends and I were leaving Lidl when we heard some meowing.

They ran off into the darkness and disappeared for 25 minutes (the keys to the unlocked car ran off into the darkness too, so I stayed behind to guard it). Honestly, I was starting to get worried when they emerged into the light - wet and happy - carrying a surprisingly peaceful bundle.

The story of how this "gyros" came to be involves tree-climbing, trespassing on private property, and a wet ditch that someone fell into.

For now, she is staying in a temporary enclosure for quarantine before her first vet visit.

Meet Sirena (the name might change later).

P.S. They already have one cat, so Robin will soon have a little sister.

One day, this poor kitty showed up outside my home out in the country, clearly asking for help. She was incredibly skittish and standoffish at first, but I spent days slowly earning her trust until I finally won her over.

Once she let me get close, I got her all cleaned up, fed, and into much better shape. She needed a name fitting for her new life, so I chose Freyja, after the Norse goddess of love and beauty. It fit her perfectly!

A few months went by, and Miss Freyja started putting on some serious weight. I honestly just thought she was finally getting full and happy after starving on the streets. Nope! She completely surprised me by giving birth to a litter of beautiful kittens!

The black-and-white boy, Gizmo, found his forever home right here with me. The other baby went to a wonderful friend of mine, so they are all safe and loved.

Photo Guide:

First pic: Freyja the exact day she found me.

Second pic: Her glowing up and getting healthy.

Third pic: The surprise bundle of joy!

Fourth pic: Gizmo all grown up into the most wonderful, loving cat.

Freyja still prefers running around outside to this day (you can't fully take the country out of the cat!), but she never has to worry about food again, and she has a warm, safe place to sleep through the cold months. I am so incredibly thankful this precious soul sought out my help.

We adopted two kitten sisters (Annie and Pearl) from a rescue in 2024 and thought we were good on cats, but then a tiny all-black wisp of a stray claimed our house around this time last year. She was nowhere near feral, very sweet and insistent upon sticking closeby. She was almost always flanked by a big, weird gray cat (we started calling him Gray Boy). Well, I began putting food out for her and she started laying on the mat in front of my door, waiting every day when I got home from work and school pickups-- rubbing up against us, wanting pets. Then, she'd post up all afternoon/evening at our storm door and peer longingly inside, while Annie and Pearl sat on the other side looking out at her. Every night, when it was time to close the big door, we'd get a little catch in our hearts. The next morning, at first light, there would be the little sweetheart waiting for us to open it. My daughters and I quickly got attached to her, decided we'd call her Rose of Sharon (named after the character from The Grapes of Wrath), or "Rosie" for short. You see where this is going.

So... I ended up purchasing a heated outdoor cat house when the weather got colder. I was pretty sure at this time that we were going to try and get her to come inside and get her to the vet and all that, but wanted to keep her safe in the meantime. The heated cat house was WONDERFUL. It got her through a hard winter. Springtime arrived and we were set on adopting her and brining her inside. Tried NUMEROUS times to get her in a cat carrier, and she bucked every single time. And big dumb Gray Boy would always be lurking around making her nervous. Alright, so in May of this year she disappeared for a couple of days and then boom, shows up with 5 kittens. She brings all the kittens to the cat house. There I was, full time job, two kids, two indoor cats, and a whole cat encampment situation outside my house. My neighbor helped me snatch up the kittens and she fostered them for a rescue and placed them all successfully with good homes, leaving just Rosie, still living in the cat house and bushes outside my house. STILL impossible to get in a carrier.

July of this year a friend of mine who owns a metaphysical supply store and has several cats lent me a trap and told me that chicken usually does the trick. I had the trap sitting outside for several weeks, open, not set-- so that she could get used to it and move in and out. First day of August, I saw a hawk circling above, and felt a feeling, and I knew it was go time. I ran across the street and bought a chicken tender. Success! She went right in. We got her to the vet, got her fixed, vaccinated, and ready to move inside. Two months later, here we are. She's still pretty much hanging out in the decompression bedroom, but assimilating quite nicely to house life. She's borderline obese, eats $35 food purchased from a fancy pet store, enjoys cake decorating videos, and is a total love bug. Meet Rosie.

I went back to the river this morning at 11. It’s when I usually walk my dog but I didn’t bring her. I brought the kennel, the food and a clean blanket inside.

Momma was not scared of the kennel and again was meowing at me before I even got the food out of the first can. She knows the sound and smell *instantly* which I find very funny. She went inside and ate no issue.

The kittens are a different story. Firstly, only two kittens appeared. I fear the worst for kitten #3. But there is hope. Secondly, they did not follow momma into the kennel like I thought and instead just… sat there. They did eventually go in 1 by 1, I made sure they got to eat their fill (which was less than half what they ate yesterday) , but it just never happened.

The slightly annoying thing but also the thing that gives me hope for kitten #3 is there was a lid to a can of tuna sitting on the bench directly opposite the cat hole. I believe someone fed them before I got there and potentially took the kitten while he was eating. They like to eat straight from the cans, and he seemed healthy and lively yesterday. It could have been a predator as well but, I choose to believe he was rescued.

All in all, I didn’t want to spook momma or the other kitten by snatching them 1 at a time since they are already so skittish, so today was a bust. Tomorrow I’m gonna get there at 6 or 7 am because I know one of the ladies who feeds them gets there at 10 and I want to lure em in when their hungriest.

Also I met 2 more guys who have fed the cats and they said the mom has been out there for at least 1 year, but the kittens were only spotted a month ago by another woman.

These are the stray kittens(not really kittens anymore) who were born near my apartment building during the summer. I’ve been feeding them every night and hanging out with them for about an hour every night for like a month and a half now. Anytime they hear me call for them they come running over to say hi. They fell asleep on me last night while I was petting them and they stayed like this for close to 2 hours purring until they fell asleep(after they had already hung out inside for another 2 hours before). And this is only the second time they came inside the apartment. My apartment doesn’t allow pets and I’m too poor to afford 3 cats so idk what I’m supposed to do now😭 I’ve always wanted to be chosen by the cds and I freaking adore these little guys

Edit: I think I will be moving next year somewhere I could take them and be able to afford them by then. So if you have any suggestions for what I should maybe consider in the meantime I’d appreciate that cause I’d love to keep them if I could, but if not I want to get them somewhere that will take good care of them.

I’m a veterinarian. I went to work for a clinic, and this skinny thing with limitless energy and paw steps that sound like thunder had been in a cage for two weeks, having been left on the clinic doorstep between two laundry baskets taped together. We aptly named her “Lint”.

We spayed, dewormed, vaccinated and viral tested her, and now she’s with me. She’s a maniac. She has no boundaries. She looks at you like McMurphy looks at Chief Bromden in the last two minutes of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. We love her, although my other cat needs Prozac to deal with her.

One year ago someone knocked on our door and handed over this tiny newborn kitten, head no bigger than a thumbnail, broken tail and wet umbilicus still attached. We had no kitten milk and had to feed her human formula before managing to track some down via a local person. We thought we were going to love her for a day or so and watch her die but Tyche had a strong will to live. One year on and she is a warm, vibrant and affectionate member of our house and is well loved by all human and feline members. She even knows how to play fetch.

My little sister found this cutie underneath a car, crying 🥺called me and asked if I could take her in… I already have two gorgeous girls & wasn’t sure how’d they react to a kitty 🫣

She FaceTime me and I couldn’t say no to this face! My girls were a bit skeptical about Roci but the past month has been so blissful with our newest baby 🥹

She’s such a character! Chases Luna Rose (grey kitty) and has learned that her size doesn’t matter & she’ll try to take her 🤣has also learned to climb a few high spots… her sissy Ollie Bear (orange kitty) snitches on her all the time 😇😌especially when she’s about to get in trouble…

Our family feels so complete too 🥲

I went back to the river family today with kitten food and all the kittens came to eat. Mama ate the most but each one got their time in the bowl.

They came much closer, I was even able to pick one up (it jumped away and mama yowled at me every time I got close again) but I was able to pet them before they ran off.

The food was almost gone when a male cat came up, and they all shrank back into the bushes to see what he was gonna do. He took the last few bites of the food. Probably the dad.

Plan is still to bring a carrier and more food when my paycheck comes in 2 days so I can take em to the vet. I don’t think it will be difficult to get them in the carrier but I will have to watch closely to make sure they’re all in there. The smallest black one is the most skittish and only came out after all the other cats had started eating.

My baby boy, Scout, is a bundle of joy. 🐈‍⬛🖤 He’s the sweetest little guy, and I’m so happy to be his mom. I found him abandoned all alone in a tree, without a microchip or collar. Despite his rough start, he’s full of spunk and determination. He’s already running the house, but he’s also full of love. I love him so much! He suckles on a blanket when he makes biscuits, I wonder if he was separated or left behind too soon? I don’t know. But he’s very loved and taken care of, now.
I’ve owned cats before, but never a kitten, it’s quite the adventure! 🐈‍⬛🖤🖤🖤🖤

Last year as we was coming home from a visit to a college my daughter was looking at we found the little tabby in a ditch along a rural road. We found her… well she ended up being a he. The town near by was called Paris so that’s what we named her, and then when we found out it was a boy he became kitty P. Now that was almost a year ago. Today we went to visit my daughter at that college for family day. She is half way through her first semester, on the way back along a busy highway along a curb was this little gray furball. I whipped the car around and saved the little bugger, there was a gas station called bell stores with a red dog character for their mascot near by. So once it gets alil bigger he will be Red or she will be Bell. Looks to only be maybe 4-5 weeks old. You can see how big kitty P is now in the last pic. This little addition is my 14th rescue I have atm. I am a softie for a cat in need. Bonafide cat daddy!

I work at an industrial plant that makes frozen meals and canned soups, so i often come home smelling like enchilada sauce, tomatoes, cheese, onions, or a mix of one or more of these things. Depending on the smell I bring home with me, Walter reacts in a variety of ways. In the second pic he's loving my boots. It was a lasagna sauce day. If I dare come home smelling of onions, he will still try to lay next to me as soon as I sit down, but the smell pisses him off and he'll nip at me (not hard) and swat me until I get up and shower.

Moral of the story: Walter, the Panzerkampfwagen VI of cats, does not like onions.

Meet Willie Nelson (orange) and Nene Leakes (tiny menace). Willie Nelson has been living a peaceful, privileged life as the sole beneficiary of my estate. Then, in late August, the Cat Distribution System decided he needed a little sister. Enter Nene Leakes. Approximately four weeks old when she arrived, weighing roughly one baked potato, and possessing the confidence of a woman who has never paid a bill in her life. Since her arrival, Nene has claimed his toys, invaded his personal space, and appointed him her emotional support orange. Willie, to his credit, has accepted his new role with the exhausted dignity of a single father who didn’t know he had children.
🐈🐈‍⬛🥰

This Cleo, short for Cleopatra, we call her both.

I waited years for this day! I have 2 cats already, 1 from CDS years ago. This sweet girl appeared out of nowhere, I caught her sleeping under and inside my car when nights got cold.

During the day she would stay in the trees and big bush on my property. She was easy to build trust with but refused to let me touch her. I put out food and water, slowly moving it to my yard, then to near the garage, then cracked the garage and finally put her food in there. At meals, after a while she’d come running when she heard that can pop open and after I put it down, this tiny thing would run slightly towards me and hiss her tiny hiss for me to get away from her food. That’s when I knew she was chose me and was going to be mine. That was HER food, not mine. 🥰

One day, I got her in the garage and away enough from the door and closed it to trap her in the garage. Allowed her to stay in a few days to calm and consult with my vet who said, they would get me in same day once I could catch Cleo, which at this point I still was not allowed too close or to her. She’d run off.

Few days later, I went out to check and silly girl got herself caught in a hole with no exit. She made it extremely difficult but I was able to pull her out, no harm to either of us. She struggled but no biting or clawing which was surprising and I got her in the cat carrier.

It’s like night/day after I caught her. I let her calm in the carrier by covering it with a blanket. Then opened top to see if she would allow contact. It was not only allowed, she booped me hard with her head, repeatedly. Started meowing and demanding pets!!!! I was in shock, I hadn’t been allowed close enough for weeks. At the vet, she got out, loved everyone. Major cuddle bug and pet demander. All over me and the vet, especially his beard 😂

She got all her stuff, clean bill of health, and don’t worry about her poor little tail! Our vet thinks it was from a fight, not infected but it’s dead. So it will either fall off on its own or he will remove it when she goes to spayed. Estimated 9 months old and 4 pounds. Shes a cute little girl!

Now she is home and in her own room as we do very slow introductions because one of my cats takes time and it’s a bit stressful for her to meet any new animal. She is fine! We just have to go very slow.

Cleo has transformed over night. She is the sweetest, cuddliest, feisty and high speed girl now! She loves my kids and to play and to look out her window! I love her sooooooo much!

It’s been over a year and a half since our last stray kitten trapping (we do TNR in our neighborhood) and about 4 months since our last stray adult trapping (yes… we kept both because they turned out to be super sweet and I couldn’t put them back outside). Yesterday the crows outside my window were going absolutely insane so I thought something was messing with my chickens. Went out to investigate and on the other side of the fence was a little orange guy tucked in a bush. He seemed to want the attention, tried to brush up on one of the outside cats that follows me everywhere, but ran from me. 10 minutes later, with a sardine and a drop trap, he was trapped. He’s in his bathroom quarantine, but good grief does this guy have a purr box on him! It’s just constant, loud, and accompanied by the most enthusiastic biscuit making and head booping. I think we’re screwed… so meet Junior Bacon Cheeseburger Deluxe… we didn’t have one in this color yet 🤷🏻‍♀️

I was just relaxing in our room, reading, and was suprised by this CDS appointment.

My husband walked into our bedroom with her, handed her to me and said, "She just showed up! It was dark out so I thought she was a chicken at first. But she walked up to me and followed me home."

Apparently, while he was grabbing something from the truck, she just walked up to my husband and was like, "Ok. You can take me home now, you're mine."

After checking around as throughly as possible, he couldn't find out where she might have come from so he brought her inside. She's pretty little but is happily eating kitten food and drinking water. I'm attempting to teach her the litter box.

We're putting up flyers, and posting and checking posts locally. Until then...meet Chicken, aka The Fluffster. Super sweet and cuddly, and totally gorgeous. Vet visit will be in a few days.

Link to original post: https://www.reddit.com/r/CatDistributionSystem/s/AwCLkPiue0

Well after everyone’s advice it took about two weeks and a lot of churu for her to warm up to me. She’s now trying to win over her siblings as well but she’s thriving and has learned so much. Her name is ChouChou :) she is now out of quarantine and is enjoying being spoiled with many toys and treats.

Doggy brother has warmed up to her quickly but her two cat siblings are taking some time 🤣 hopefully a few more days and they’ll be okay

On the 27th, I found these babies under my lawn mower. I made darn sure it was only the 4 before I mowed my lawn, but they had to be 4 weeks. They did have full bellies when I found them, so I knew mom was around. I put the babies in a cover box in my back porch with a live trap and food. But she stole them and got away.

Today, I was outside and heard someone mew. So I found this one and took her inside. She's eating soft food, so I'm not guilty about not giving her back to the mom.

I want to catch the mon, but I don't know where the other babies are yet. I couldn't find them and looked all day.

Unfortunately, a hurricane is coming this evening/weekend, so I hope they get through alright. I put a carrier out on the porch for her to relocate to. I hope she brings the others.

Edit 10-12-26:

I have seen their mom, "Ghost", once. I think their dad has been taking advantage of the shelter I set up on my back porch. I do not know where Trouble's siblings are being kept still. My husband even went out to look.

However, my other cats don't like Trouble. My eldest is 12 and grumpy and can't move well. The middle child is being a brat. The youngest is unsure, but could probably be convinced. My husband does not want a 4th cat. Yet, the idea of giving her to animal control makes me actually cry. She's so smart and sweet, she comes when called and is chatty and playful. The idea of her in a kennel cage just breaks my heart and I'm not sure what to do. I WFH, so she won't be left alone all day for most of the week, but she does take up a lot of time and I'm absolutely terrified of not doing something right and harming her by accident. She's only pooped once a day so far (though she's figured out the litterbox like a champ! I just had to put it where she wanted it). She pees at least 4 times a day by herself.

All the shelters around me say they require her to go to Animal Ctrl first. Even my usual vet refused to look at her and test her for things. Will she be OK at Animal Control? Or do I have a 4th cat?

Was letting my pups out in the yard when i heard the tiniest cries from my neighbors house. I thought it was an injured bird at first so I went over to check it out. I realized it was coming from the egress window, which was about 5-6 feet down. The caps that are supposed to be on top of those exits are never in place, so I regularly walk by and glance to make sure no wildlife has ended up down there (again, it's my neighbor's house, or I'd just fix it myself).

I walked up and wouldn't you know, the Cat Distribution System had made a delivery. We live on the outskirts of town in a subdivision and feral cats are a regular sight, so this wasn't a total shock and he's so very tiny that I knew he had to be feral as well.

Jumped down and grabbed him, held him for a long time outside as he cried. I was trying to give the mom a chance to come back if she was around but no dice. I do think I know his momma cat because I see a cat running around our cluster of houses frequently and she's not anyone's pet.

In any case, I brought him in and isolated him, as we have two dogs and two cats already. He was VERY hostile at first, hissing and posturing. But when I held him he immediately calmed down. Kept him in my home office for the afternoon and evening and we gradually progressed from hissing and bluff-biting to cuddling on my arm and eventually falling asleep on me multiple times.

Put him in a large box with all the essentials as I had dinner and then took him back out and did some more cuddling. Got my first purrs, too, which was a nice little bonus. He's eaten half a can of kitten food and has been going potty so he's starting to feel more like himself I think.

Going to keep acclimating him to humans over the long weekend and then next week my wife (an ultrasound and veterinary technician) will take him in to her vet and get him checked out.

Lots of unknowns at this point, obviously. Does he have anything wrong, will he fully acclimate to people, how will he react to my other cats and especially my dogs, etc. We do have a pretty large home, and no kids, so we have plenty of room but obviously the comfort of our pets and everyone's ability to get along comes first.

All that said, I intend on doing everything in my power to make this new arrival ours for good.

Last year I lost both my mom and dad within 4 months of each other to two different but equally brutal diseases. Two months later I lost my grandma and more recently my uncle. Needless to say, it's been an interesting year as I try to keep moving on.

The 1-year anniversary of my dad's passing just happened a month ago and my mom's is coming up soon. I miss them terribly and have been very down in the dumps.

My mom LOVED cats and always made sure we had a kitty in the house when I was growing up. She knew how much I adored cats as well. Given the timing, and me being desperate for something pleasant to focus on right now, I can't help but think maybe she helped deliver this little guy to me. At least I hope so.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading ❤️

Meet Ulysses.

I’ve been taking my dog to the river every morning recently and I’ve seen this tiny black cat (2nd pic) a few times, sometimes eating kibble or wet food that someone leaves. This morning was the first time I’ve seen her kittens! She’s got 3.

I came back a few hours later and brought a 12oz can of salmon pâté dog food (what I had on hand) and momma ate 90% of it in 5 minutes, but the kittens never showed. I even walked a good distance away and watched for them but momma just scarfed it down and left.

I was hoping that the kittens would eat since it’s getting cold out and they need energy :/ That got me wondering, are they even going to eat solid food/wet food?

I know it’s hard to tell age from a picture but I don’t know anything about cats and I included the only ai got one with momma to show size difference (2nd pic) but she is very small too, I’d be surprised if she was more than 10lbs.

In the right place at the right time.
This morning on the way to work(6am), I came across a little body in the middle of the road. He was so smol and so cold. I’m from Canada and it dropped down to 3 Celsius last night. I thought he was dead but when I picked him up off the road he let out some faint cries so I picked him up and brought him home. My wife and I bundled him up and used a heating pad to warm him up and hoped for the best. Around noon he started perking up and he’s looking pretty awake now and talking up a storm. He’s so tiny, but we’ll get some weight on him.

Edit. He’s eating so well, hungry as hell. He definitely stumbled upon the right human, we have 6 cats, 3 dogs, 5 horses, and 7 ducks on our farm. Currently napping on my wife.
Thank you all for the kind words. I’ll keep up with his progress.

Edit 2.
Baby boy is doing well. He has been getting fed every 2 hours and being kept warm. Wife is really looking after him like a real momma, we didn’t have any plans soon to add to our family but, life found us. He’s playing, eating and taking in his surroundings. Anyone who spends time with him falls in love with him. I’m really blown away with the process he’s made over the last 2 days, compared to the state I found him in on Friday morning. Vet visit scheduled for Wednesday.

A black cornfield cat for Halloween 🎃

Just over two weeks ago my kiddos found a kitten in a field behind our house. He was muddy, skinny, dehydrated, half-blind, and battling a URI. We took him to the emergency vet that night (picture #4, ignore the dirty cat carrier we dug it deep out of storage in a rush to get him to the vet). He received an exam, fluids, and had an unexpected botfly larvae removed from his neck (picture #5)🤢🤢. We were sent "home" that night with meds and a sad little cat (pictures 6&7 his first full day after being found).

Given his neglected condition we opted not to bother looking very hard for a previous owner beyond checking for a microchip, and decided to keep him. We named him Grimm Wilhelm due to his timely (and physical) appearance, thinking we were clever, but now being a part of the black cat sub for a couple weeks I can see we're in good, plentiful company 😂

He spent the first few days being very sleepy, snuggly (RE desperate and clingy), and reverted back to incessant amounts of kitten suckling on the soft inner skin of my arm. But after the meds had an opportunity to work their magic, and he had some time to adjust to the unexpected terrors of indoor life, he has turned into the most wonderful little menace. He's full of piss and vinegar, but he's also the sweetest thing in the world and he loves everyone in the house across all species.

We're planning on moving out of state in a couple months and it actually makes me emotional thinking we might have missed him on our way out, given our paths just as easily could not have intersected, so feeling extra emotional about having him🥲

Big thank you to my husband for indulging my need to save all the broken things😅😅😅

Last year, my home town flooded. For whatever reason, our area had a large population of stray cats. We kept finding the strays dead for days, even weeks, after the flood. It was horrible.

One day, I had Covid and was waiting on a doctors appointment, just driving around, when I saw this tiny black thing in the middle of the road. Didn’t know what it was, but saw it move and swerved out of instinct. Pulled an illegal u-turn and came back and found the tiniest little kitten in the world just trembling in the middle of the road. Too weak to even fight me. He wasn’t moving at all, and he was bleeding from his nose.

I was certain he had been run over and so I took him to an emergency vet and they handed me a bunch of paperwork and took him back. They asked me if I was willing to be financially responsible for him, and, I assumed he was about to be put down, so I said “of course!” They asked me his name… and I said the name of the street… Sydney… because I was short on unisex name ideas.

They let me back after I agreed to pay for everything, and the vet did an examination. He told me “Sydney” was a boy, around 4 weeks old, only 4/10s of a pound. He was severely malnourished and incredibly small for his age, but they guessed four weeks because of his teeth.

He told me had a sinus infection and was bleeding from the nose from a minor scrape, that he had no broken bones and was most certainly not dying. It was at this point I had to suck it up and tell my father (I was staying with him for a bit back then) that I had another cat… and that I needed him to look after him while I went to my doctors visit. After throwing a fit, he accepted and went home with Sydney. The first picture I have of him is from when they got home.

Had to bottle feed the little guy for a week or two, and started calling him “Syd” for short. Us both being sick at the same time definitely sucked, but it also meant I got the time off work needed in order to feed him as often as he needed (every 2-3 hours, per the vet).

These days, Syd is lively and adores his sister, Baby, who can be seen on the right of the last picture. They look IDENTICAL. The only difference is Baby is missing half an ear, and their eyes are slightly different shades of green.