Sammy

Less than a week after adopting Steely, I saw a tiny kitten on our kitchen door porch. His eyes were barely open, he had a wound on his side and he wouldn't let Christine or I anywhere near him. He managed to find his way to a hiding spot under the breezeway between our house and the garage and after several weeks of working at it, we finally caught him and got him to the vet at Safe Haven. Now he's one of the luckiest cats in the world and Steely's best toy.