PO Box 1980

Last spring I found a wild kitten in our woodpile. He had huge patches of fur missing, a broken tail, and eyes matted shut. My husband wanted to shoot him and put him out of his misery. I prayed and prayed and the answer I received was to give the kitten a month on real cat food and see if he would improve. He wasn't a tame cat, so I left a hub cap of cat food out by an apple tree in our yard.