I am sure you all know my cat!
My mother brought it home when she was back from work. She was skinny, her hair was sticky, and she was vomiting everything we were giving her. She nearly killed herself of tiredness while I was giving her a bath. The doctor said she would probably not be living. But she has. She got raped by another cat just after she had been sterilised. She was attacked by a dog later on but managed to get away without anything. The dog lost his eyes though.
She is now 2 years old, and she has brought me happiness. I love her so much, and she loves me too. Her name: Poppy!
She is absolutely all I have. Sorry for your cat Hannah. I odn't know what I would do if that happened to Pop, considering one of my friend and I broke into his neighbour's house because he had shot his cat in the leg. She has only three feet left. I nearly tortured the old basterd! Good luck Hannah.
That was when she was one year old or so...
That was at the same time:
That was at last Christmas showing off under the tree: