Friday, May 21, 2010

Crook. Born with a crooked tail. When he was a newborn, Kitten (or Mama Cat, as I like to call her) picked him up and bit a little too hard. The wound became infected and we had to take him to the vet to get it cleaned out and bandaged up. For a week or two we tried to keep human band-aids on it, but his siblings kept removing them when they'd climb all over each other. He was such a sad, pathetic, cute little thing. He and Tiger were Dave's favorites. He was the first to be adopted.

1 comment:

Rob and Crystal said...

Rob says thanks for finally sharing your life with us :). Let's see more pic's, especially of Jason.