It was an extremely cold night in February and I had let Buddy, our gray and black tiger, out for a few minutes. When my wife went to let him in she heard a weak meow from the end of the porch. There sat a skinny young cat. He was dirty and sick looking. My wife called me and I picked him up and placed him in her arms.
The next day we took him to the vet. Other than being half starved, ear mites and bad case of worms he was alright.
Today Sandy is a picture of health and fits right in with our other cats.
Providence, RI
