Can you believe that I have a very similar story: In the village in which I lived some 25 years ago there was a kindergarten. Near it lived a feral cat with her babies. And one of them which we caught was Grisette -same colour, same Russian Blue looks and a noble behavior....
Ok she dated an unknown tom and she didn't get her babies in the box which we prepared for her but in the bottom of my closed cupboard......
And she had four -all four tabbies, one of them Meo, a special kitty with a special place in my heart.


The second picture of Mini, her gaze, just melts my heart. (ok it always has a creamy consistence if it comes to kitties but here it turns pure oil)