One evening a young man in the neighborhood came to our home with a kitten he had found. She was in a box on the side of the road. SO TINY. No tail, so she had some manx in her. Unable to eat or drink, eyes barely open. I wrapped her in a towel and contacted our realtor who has strong ties with the local Animal Rescue Center. She gave me the name of the lady with them who cared for "bottle babies".
Hubby and I immediately rushed her to this lady, knowing each breath may be her last. She was accepted, estimated age 3.5 weeks. I requested regular updates and pictures. I had three senior cats and did not want a kitten, but the text came "so what do you want to name her?" We agreed on Destiny. The pictures kept coming. She was growing fast and so beautiful!
Well, I had a kitten. Picked her up the day before Thanksgiving. We did change her name to "SASSY" as that certainly fits her. She's a mama's girl and rules the house. Had she not been found when she was, she would has not made it through the night in that box by the road. Vet says she is a manx/Maine coon mix with an attitude. Yep, that's my gal.
FORT MYERS, FL
