When we looked out our front window in Nov of 2007, we noticed our large tabby, sitting and staring at a tiny gray furball which we thought was a baby squirrel. The furball was not moving, but it had captivated both our cat's and our attention. Upon further investigation, we saw it to be a tiny kitten. When we picked it up, we felt nothing but fur and bones. It appeared to be barely clinging to life, but we set up a home for her in our bathroom. Except to eat and drink, Mokey didn't move much for two weeks; we had been fearful of taking her on the long drive to the Vet until she gained some strength, though we seriously doubted that she would live through the nights. Each morning, there she was, immobile but still eating. I held her and cuddled with her for hours during her ordeal and finally, we realized that his little lady was going to make it and we hauled her to the Vet. She had every imaginable malady, but she just kept on cuddling and eating and plugging along. Today, she loves to be cuddled and rubs noses whenever we pick her up. She acts like a playful kitten, and thoroughly enjoys her feline and canine siblings. Her ninth life is a charm!!!

Mimi Sabo
Bayville, NJ