So Harley, the one eyed no tail
havin' major head trauma special kitten, heard me opening the tuna can yesterday. The next thing I know I have a cat climbing my leg trying to get the can, which is quite a feat considering she doesn't have any front claws. Well I just couldn't let her starve to death, Which she
obviously was going to do post haste, so I gave here all of the water off of the can. I almost lost my hand trying to place the bowl on the floor, 10 seconds later when it was gone I got the Oliver Twist treatment "Please sir may I have some more?" at which I laughed in her face and kicked her across the room. Just kidding, I gave her a nice big
waller and sent her on her way.

This morning I thought she was DEAD! The poor baby got sick with the Vomit and diarrhea (clear diarrhea) She was just laying in a pool of her own mess not moving or nothing, barely able to even flick the stub tail. So
Aarin wrapped her cold flat limp body in a nice towel and put her on the bed to rest.
She is getting a little better, I just checked on her and she is still wrapped up in the blanket but she lifted her head and started to purr when I came in the room. We will be keeping an eye on her for a while, She has had such a rough life so far I hate to take her to the vet again.
Please stay tuned...........
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