I can’t believe it’s been a year since I walked out of my house, heard a kitten crying, and eventually found Hammie hanging from a barbed-wire fence on my neighbor’s property.
Two surgeries, peritonitis, and a month of antibiotics . . . and one frantic hour trying to cut the fence with hoof nippers! . . . was what it took to save him. Now he’s 11lbs of holy crap on a cracker and the happiest kitty you can imagine. Happy Anniversary, Ham Baby!
And Hammie today (he’s the one on the right!)