So, I have a cat. I've always been a very big dog person and cat's have been ok, but then I got Champ. I was looking for a kitten or little puppy for my apartment and one day my mom calls me and tells me that a lady she works with found a kitten on the side of the street almost dead. He was 1 week old. Her little son had found him and they picked him up and took him to the vet, but because of certain reasons herself and a friend of her's couldn't keep the kitten, so I found out. When I got him, he was 2 weeks old and still very sick. I had to syringe feed him 2 times a day and give him medicine 1 time a day so he could survive, but he was more than a fighter! That's why I named him Champ, after Champ Bailey and because he's a champion! Now he has more than a zest for life and enjoys everything that he does even if it's annoying my girlfriend and I lol. He fought for his life and I feel I'm giving him the best possible. Sorry, but just had to tell his story...it's unique for sure. Since then he has had some health issues but always fought through them. Keep in mind in this pic, when I first got him he could fit in the palm of my hand at 2 weeks and now he's a year and 4 months old. The whole point is fight for life. He had no hope at the start of his but did whatever he could and now is happier and more loved than most out there.

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