I gave myself two names, "Three" and "Doory."
I was left in a cardboard box on a doorstep with a note indicating I had been found on the side of the road and needed help. My right rear leg had been nearly severed off, held to me only by a thin piece of skin, and it was a very old injury. I had lived like that for a long time before someone reached out.
I was barely strong enough to make it through surgery to complete the amputation and heal. Then, two weeks later, I came down with distemper (panleukopenia), which caused me to be on IV;s for another week. The staff felt sure I would die because I was lying on my side and vomiting. But even then I kept making "muffins" with my toes and they would not give up on me. I survived!
Now I need to raise $800 to pay my veterinary bill. Some may think an unwanted, young, loving black cat is not worth that much money. But I am worth it.
If you can help me, I will be forever grateful!
XOXO "Three" or "Doory"