Both of our cats are rescues of sorts. One had been a breeder's stud. If we hadn't taken him on, he would have lived the last eight years in a cage in the corner of a cattery. He would have had food, water, and medical care, but no human to call his own. Now he has three. Our other boy was found by a friend, who is a teacher, on the school playground when he was a week or so old. We bottle fed him for weeks, all the while knowing he likely wouldn't make it. He turned three sometime around last Halloween. At 13 pounds, I think he'll pull through.
