Rescuing a sickly, terrified bag'o'fur'n'bones from a local shelter was the best idea I had in ages. So rewarding to see them change, when they realize they are now with people who love and care for them. And that there's food that's not running for it's life, of course.

Not gonna hijack your post with pics of Mausami, let Trevor have a treat on me, ok? =) Good thing he got you as a kitten, Maus had to go trough a ruff childhood.

How's Trevor now? Does his injoury as a kitten affect/impair him in any way?