Some of you may remember that I came to my forever family as a day old foster kitten. When I was still very small, my vet said I was a very sick little boy and I wouldn't have a very long life. I was given 4-6 months. They said I wasn't strong enough to have a vaccination, a microchip or be desexed.I kept on being as strong and brave as could be, and kept growing. Over time, under the guidance of another vet, I started having the usual vet treatments that any cat would have. I had my microchip first, and was then vaccinated. When looking at mum's calendar this morning, we realised it has been over a year since I had my doodads snipped. It feels like a bit of a milestone! I blow raspberries at the idea of me not thriving! :)
It also seems like a very appropriate post to write on my very special friend Greta's birthday. She was the one who saved me and my siblings from the green needle when we were first brought in, and got us into foster care. Happy Birthday Greta! I love you!