Fizgig the Homeopathy Cat

This is Fizgig now 13 years old. Her story for me started when I was the local Public Health Nurse and visited one of my small country schools. This was not my usual day or my usual time to visit and I don't recall why I was there that day. It was lunchtime and I walked into this buzz of excited children.  A mother cat and her kitten had been dumped at the school and after a week the kitten had just finally been caught.

I was taken into the classroom to see her in the cardboard box she had been put in and the cover someone had placed over her was lifted. There was this tiny scrap of black and white fur growling furiously at everyone. The teachers were telling the children that she was probably a feral cat and would have to be put down. I looked at the children's faces, looked at this little scrap of fur and said I would take her back to the vet in town and get her checked. If she needed to be put down, I would arrange it.

At the vet clinic this obviously sick little kitten, full of worms and struggling to breathe but still furiously growling was checked over. She made no attempt to bite or scratch just growled from the bottom of her little being. She had a strong little spirit and responded to treatment so after paying out $200 plus I found myself the somewhat bemused 'owner' of yet another cat.  (to be continued)