Emmett: The Best Kitten Ever
I found Emmett on the hottest day in August on the traintracks in Radford. I had been searching for scrap and spikes, and I found the tiniest ball of fur and fleas instead. Her mom had abandoned her , as there was obviously something different about her. Emmett has Cerebellar Hypoplasia, which is somewhat akin to cerebral palsy in humans. She's a year and half old but still kitten sized. She shakes almost constantly and has a great deal of trouble walking. She does well what she likes best, which is sleeping, eating, chasing the other cats (she runs better than she walks) and being spoilt rotten.



Roscoe is also a rescue. She came from the vet's office. She is pure Spasti-cat.


This big boy is Grace. He's an ottoman.

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