They are so beautiful!!! You are so loved by them - it shows in the photo!
Rescuing furbabies is so rewarding, isn't it? You get the best pets out of it, though it is a bit of work at first! My parents had one cat that my brother found all mangled on a construction site. He took it to the vet school and couldn't afford the thousands they wanted to fix it, so he said to put it down. Then they gave a much lower fee if we would adopt it when they were done. He was living with my parents, who had a cat, but my dad said yes. That poor cat was in awful shape and spent months recovering. He was always the sweetest cat though! He was so young, and spent most of his time with my brother's puppy, so he learned a lot of puppy behaviors. I called him my puppy cat for the rest of his life.
The vet school realized who my brother was related to the next day. When one of the cats has to stay at the vet's, my mother makes homemade chicken broth and takes it to them at least twice a day. She has done this for decades. It drives some of the vets nuts, but most of them like it. She started because my dad's all time favorite cat got really sick when he first came to live with us. He had been feral, living with a possum. He had just started to act like a cat and stop hissing like a possum. He had finally calmed down enough that I trusted him around baby Wiz (just crawling and pulling up). The cat was at the vet school because our vet couldn't handle how sick he was. Poor kitty wouldn't eat anything they offered and they were getting frantic at the school. So my mom did what moms do. She made chicken soup. For the cat. She fed it to him with a syringe at first, to make him eat. It worked. That cat lived to what we figured was almost 18. And he got chicken soup every time he got sick.
Even the grandkids might get chicken soup from a can, but that cat got homemade chicken soup every single time! Of course, none of us ever brought my mom or dad a mouse in our mouths either.
Furbabies are the bestest things ever! Yours are beautiful!