I saved Pusscat (what I always called him) during a storm one night. He was so weak and tiny I was sure he wouldn't live until morning but I held him wrapped in a towel the whole night and let him suck warm deluted milk from a piece of bread about every hour. In twenty four hours the tiny kitten took over the house. He was everywhere at the same time. 3 years later he died from Feline Lukemia which broke my heart. I didn't think I'd never get over losing him.
1992-1995