She came into the Vet hospital where I worked, very weak and anemic from the 100 + fleas we got off of her, followed up with a blood transfusion. Her sibling had already passed before they arrived for care. She was only a few days old but a feisty little gal. Her owner couldn't keep her because Jazz needed more care than the owner was able to do. So, I adopted her (as we did with lots of patients that needed some help). I bottle fed her every 4 hours, medicated her, cuddled her and was her mama, assisted by my pittie mix, George, who thought she was his baby. She used to drive him nuts with worry when she was old enough to hide under things, where he couldn't see her. George would whine till she came out and he always allowed her to have his huge bed, while he put only his head on it to watch her. She loved to fall asleep on my chest after eating and having a sponge bath and she had the most awesome, loud purr. We always listened to Kenny G and other Jazz music. Hence, her name, "JazzPurr". She was so special and so beautiful. Black long hair and LONG white whiskers. Never has a kitty touched me as she did. She sensed when anything was wrong and came running, flopping her heavy self on me and giving me kisses. She lived 14 years, but we lost her to renal cancer, way too soon. I sure do miss that sweet baby girl. I could only submit one photo, so decided on one of her kitten pictures instead of her as an adult.

Jan Henry
BELLINGHAM, WA