Location: Rochester, Minnesota, USA
Pyewacket came to me at age three… as in three days old. She had been found, umbililical still in place, in the mouth of a male dog that was playing with her like a toy, by two fiends of mine. My friends are allergic to cats, and had no idea how to care for Pye, and it wasn’t until two days later that I heard about their problem. I told them to get the kitten to me immediately, which they did, and I took her straight to a vet. The vet wasn’t very hopeful, but gave me what advice she could. She was down to three ounces, and not doing very well. I ended up bottle-feeding her every two hours for what seemed forever. Obviously Pye survived. The picture here is of her at about six weeks. She had just run out of "play", and did what she is still so good at: plopping down wherever she is for a snooze. Pye is now two years old, and a fabulous original. Just ask her. Her forever home is with a special friend who thought Pyewacket was about the cutest kitten ever seen. (My two cats, both rescues, are about all I can handle on a permanent basis.) I am told she is a great helper with warm laundry, great at warming beds, and the terror of dust-bunnies everywhere.