Sammi Jo Scott
I found Tic-Tac at my old house one day after school. I normally just go to pick up the mail and leave, but every now and then I'll see a few stray cats; most of the time I can't get within 3 feet of them. That day I saw a kitten about the size of my hand, moving really slow; slow enough for me to pick it up. When I did, I noticed her eyes were crusted shut so she couldn't see, and all I felt was skin and bones. I picked her up and brought her home to show my dad. Normally when I bring strange cats home, he tells me to take them back; but this time he said if I could nurse her back to health, I could keep her. I called the vet and asked what I should do, but since it was a Friday, I couldn't take her in. I had to go to the store to get some Pedialite and a syringe to force feed her. At first, she didn't want to be fed, but she finally warmed up to me. Every time I left her alone, she cried, so I had to sleep with her on my shoulder. It was like that for about a month, then she slowly started sleeping everywhere else too.
We decided to name her Tic-Tac because when I found her, she needed one. It's a miracle she's even alive today, but it's not all because of me. My cat, Miss Lola, took her in (even without ever having kittens of her own), and helped nurse her back to health. Now, 9 months later, she's blossomed into a beautiful 12lb cat. She's overcome so much and we love her to death. We honestly couldn't live without her now!