Arrival Story: I was working at a vet clinic a few years back and one afternoon a woman brought in this tiny little kitten that she had found in her front yard in a fire ant hill. The poor thing didn't even have its eyes or ears open yet it was so young, and it was covered in ant bites. So I took it upon myself to get the kitten in, for nothing else at least make it comfortable if it wasn't going to make it. After I clocked out I went back to the isolation area and got the kitten and the formula and her bottle and I put her in my scrub pocket against my chest so it could be warm and safe for the baby. I get home and I pull this tiny thing out of my pocket and show my mom, I was worried it wouldn't make it through the night but low and behold it did. We bottle fed her until she was old enough for kitten food and could be left home alone with "the gang" (and we could finally figure out if she was a she or a he!). And thats pretty much her whole story, shes like my daughter and gets ABSOLUTELY spoiled rotten. She hangs out in my room in the window sill and soaks up sun or chases bunched up paper around the house. She's my perfect little pocket sized princess!