At the end of June I became homeless and so did my cat Mr Chubbs. I was about to call someone to pick him up when a staff member asked me, "where is your cat?" My heart sank. I found out that someone had opened his carrier door and he bolted.
Two months later one of my friends saw him and my son rushed over to help rescue him.
We took him to the vet and he has lost five pounds and had fleas. He was dirty and smelled of gasoline. Otherwise he is still healthy.
He was tested for felv etc. He is fine and safe.
Mr Chubbs is now at the home of a very capable foster mom.
I need help with his vet bill.
Please find it in your heart to help to pay this very reasonable bill.
With much appreciation,
Ruth Donahue
