One year and one day ago, my friend Greta called my mum to ask for some help with a kitten. Mum brought Harry home that night. The next morning, she called again to say another pair had been found by the same man. Shortly thereafter, I arrived with my sister in my soon-to-be Forever Home.

The vet put me at 1 day old max. I had dried gunk on my furs, so my mumcat probably didn't have a chance to clean me up before a person took me, my brother and sister away and put us in the gardens of three adjacent houses. The man who found my brother Harry heard me crying during the night, and kept looking until he found me and Hermione. At that stage, I was known as Ron.

I was a pesky kitten from the start. My first poop was bright green! I was a very difficult eater and most of my feeds for the first two weeks were force feeds. I also did not like to poop very often at all, which had my mum very worried. I had a wound on my leg, too, probably from being thrown in the bushes.

I was a funny contradiction of a baby kitten. I was both very fragile and very tough. It is a miracle that I survived the first night without food or warmth, and a testament to my fluffy fighting spirit. I am in the back in this photo.

I had a few set backs in my progress, but kept overcoming them. I was not a kitten to be kept down for long. I was the smallest of my siblings at less than 100 grams when I first came home, but I was the first to open my eyes. I was also the first to use my litter tray.

Today I am strong and tough and mancatly. I am also very very loved, and have added so much to my family. My brother and sister take good care of me, and have taught me a lot. I am lucky to have made lots of friends all over the world.

Please come and enjoy my birthday party in my courtyard. We have all sorts of nommy foods to enjoy and games to play. It is my very first Gotcha Day :)