Andrew the Hurricane

This is our crazy cat, Andrew. He was just a 6 week old feral kitten when Hurricane Andrew blew through Miami in August 1992. We were in one of the hardest hit spots in south Kendall and the house was almost completely destroyed. When I felt it was safe and finally went to leave that afternoon I heard a kitten calling to me; I couldn't believe any thing had survived this incredible, powerful storm outside. I ran to the mewing, looked under my neighbor's car and down plopped this beautiful little orange kitten, who walked right to me crying the whole time. I wrapped him in a towel and he slept for the next 24 hours. He and his sister (who ran from me or I would have taken her, too) had spent the whole night in the engine well of the car and he just wanted to be taken care of. We felt he had earned the name Andrew after his ordeal. 16+ years later and he's still alive and kicking, though he's an old man now and mostly just sleeps and eats. He is feisty and fiery, still loves to "talk" and is our best friend; we wouldn't change him for the world!
Cyndi Hernandez
Melbourne, FL