Polly

Polly is another poor baby with a sad story.   She was found in a dog poo bin with her paws taped together.  She was approximately 3 weeks old, had toxicara and was not expected to live.  My friend who takes in poorly cats was given her by the dog warden and she did an amazing job nursing her back to health.  I used to visit often to see little Polly - she got her name on account that she'd sit on my shoulder and nibble my ear like a parrot - and when she was healthy enough to be rehomed I could not let her go anywhere but home with me.

She was very small for her age so the vet said bring her back in a month and we will spey her - ha!!  That very day she squeezed out of a partially open window and didn't come home for 3 days....with 2 toms in tow....yup, the little rascal got herself 6 buns in her tiny oven!   I will post about them later.  

Polly is such a sweetheart, she was a terrific mum, despite being so small and young herself, and she's 4 yrs old now and a great-grandmother apparently!   She still loves to snuggle up and bath my ears.