When I First met, who my wife calls (Sally) from the alley, she couldn't have been no older than a few mouths. She had been injured from some type of attack. She was just hoping down the street. My wife put out food and and water and trapped her. We already had one cat, Ms Hope. She was so sick that my wife decided to take her to the Vet. The Vet told her they didn't know if she was going to live. They gave her 3 days to make a turn for the better. After spending almost a thousand dollars for her care my wife brought her home and said she's not leaving this expensive cat on the street so we had her ever sense, but I knew she fail in love with her. Shes 5 years older now. I call her my shadow.