I was walking home one day from work, in the pouring rain, when I spotted a little black kitten under a car crying his heart out. He seemed so little, too little to be on his own. Although I tried to grab him, he ran off. I told my husband and the next day when I got home from work, he had caught the little baby. He was sickly and so small. A trip to the vet confirmed his age to be in between 3- 4 weeks old. He had fleas, ticks, ear mites, worms and an abscess. Vet did not want to treat, but put him down, I said no, I will take him else where and get him treated. I did just that and it took patience and lots of love, but in a couple weeks he became a busy little body, running every where, attacking our feet and giving lots of kitty cuddles and love. The only obstacle we had was hiding him from the landlord. We were not allowed pets. We successfully hid him for 3 years, until we moved. Hence the name Chance.
At the point of finding him, I was very sad and depressed. I had just moved 600 miles from home and missed it terribly. Little did I know that this little black fluff ball would save my life and my heart. This was in 1997. And now 22 years later, our not so little Chance is still my cuddle bug.
My life would not have been the same with out him. I love my Chance

Jenny Lynn Ongirski
PHILADELPHIA, PA