This is my boy Ashes. On Ash Wednesday in 1994 on my way to church to receive my ashes, I walked into a convenience store and found the man behind the counter yelling and kicking this tiny (and I mean tiny) kitten around (too young to be weened). I argued and begged the man for the tiny, scrawny kitten. Refusing to leave until I rescued that poor kitten, I stayed and argued so long I missed the service and didn't receive my ahses. But I came home with the kitty. When I took him to the vet, it turned out Ashes was malnourished and had crushed ribs. The vet said someone stepped on him. The vet also said there was a chance his ribs would not heal properly and might not expand enough to accomodate full grown lungs so he might not live to his first birthday. That was 19 years ago. I can't think of what would have happened to him if I didn't walk into that store. I've had 19 years of unconditional love from this poor and once abused creature. Do you think I can give him up if a man gave me an ultimatum.
Ashes is simply PurrrrrrrrrrrrFect!! Was the guys wife still alive? That's the sort of low life that beat up on women!! I won't use the term MAN because he aint'. I used to see a lot of animal abuse when I worked in a Vet clinic. He looks a little Siamese/Burmese in his picture.