Ok. The (really) long version of my bio... mol!

On August 22, 2009 mama saw me for the first time. I was a tiny, dirty kitten living with an extended family at the garbage dumpster at the prison where she works. She noticed I didn't move towards food like the other kittens and checked on me. I had a bad leg. And I stank. REALLY stank!! But I purred SO hard and she was hooked. She was working that weekend so she'd have to wait to do anything. She decided if I was still there, and alive, the next day she'd be off, I was coming home with her. Mama said any cat with the energy to still purr as sick and in pain as I was, she had to take a chance on. She made a vet appointment and waited the weekend out working and worrying.

On August 24, she came in to work and went to look for me as soon as she could. She'd brought in a towel and was going to find a box for me and put me in her office for the night. First search, nothing. Second search, nothing. She was really beginning to get scared!! At about 2am, she finally found me. I was under the dumpster about a foot or so. She had to get down and reach under that nasty thing to get me out. Boy, was I ripe!! And curious! She carried me sitting in the palm of her hand, I was SO tiny!! I sat up and looked around because she was taking me someplace new. I'd likely never been anywhere but at that dumpster since I was born. I spent the next several hours in a huge desk drawer with a bottle cap of water and a soft towel. Mama taught me how to drink from the cap so I wouldn't be thirsty. She didn't have anything I was interested in eating.

That morning, it was off to the vet. Mama thought I had an abscess (hence the SMELL!) but that wasn't it. I had a dislocated elbow and a severe infection that had caused most of the skin on my leg and half of it on my chest to die. That awful smell was basically a partially dead kitten. I got medicine and creams and mama got directions and we went home. I had my first really good meal and mama put me in a box for the night. At one pound, sick and still doped from the sedation she didn't worry about me being in a cardboard box that was about two feet tall. Hehehe!!

When you are sound asleep in another room, television on, how do you hear a one pound kitten meow? Mama doesn't know, but she did! I was out of the box, under the bed and lost... mol!! After a couple of time of this, I was moved into the bathtub. This is where I lived for about a month until I got a cage from my Aunt Debbie. I lived there for another five months. Compresses on my leg/chest to help the dead skin slough off. Creams to keep me from drying out. Medication for the infection and for a respiratory infection. It was a LONG six months and the skin refused to totally grow back. So it was off with the leg! Mama will be paying for that leg for years, but I'm glad it's gone! I've been an energetic and happy kitty ever since!

I'll always live with chronic sinusitis from scarring and I'll always be kitten sized because my growth was stunted. Five pounds seems to be my limit unless I've just eaten some serious amounts of wet food... mol!! I am a lucky and very loved little girl!!

Chasing my sisters whether they want me to or not. Grooming my younger sisters. Begging for Taillee's wet food. Harassing mama.