and I was born feral. Fourth generation feral, at least. My mom is daughter and granddaughter of dump kitties but they dismantled the dump and my grandmother and HER mom disappeared forever. The person I own, Alix, already had three kitties and a step-cat but she fed my mama and my littermates. Alix kept trying to catch me the way she had my little sister who found a home elsewhere. When I refused to let Alix grab me she spent much of the night of Hurricane Frances outside in the breezeway giving me warm milk and food and soothing me. I almost let her grab me but I had a feral reputation to uphold....

At the age of 3 months I had advanced cat mange, a belly full of roundworms, ear mites and fleas. And I was no bigger than a 6 week old kitten. Then it happened. I and my mama were eating and I was catnapped...carried away by Alix, and secluded in a laundry room. I spent two days hiding behind the washing machine before venturing forth to investigate this two-footed creature I now owned and which brought food at intervals. The vet at Plantation Animal Hospital, Dr. Mac, gave me wormer and used a product called Revolution to kill my mites and this is me less than two weeks later.

........and now, goodnight!

P.S.
In October 2005, we sustained horrible property damage from Hurricane Wilma in Florida. We lost our home and three of our cats. Two of our cats, Pewter and Tai, came with us to rural Georgia. it is here they sleep forever beneath the old trees and visited by small wild rabbits and other woodland creatures.