Weezer arrived at our house on a Friday night. She was terribly sick, hungry and thirsty. She had frozen-off ears, a broken tooth, a whole body infection and a hernia on her stomach. I took her to the vet with the intention of taking her to the shelter when she felt better. She was such a lovely cat (with a dog's personality), I couldn't stand to give her up. She is a shelter cat who took matters into her own hands and found shelter.
My Mom, Dad and the dog love me. Today, I'm fat and happy and loved.