Let's save Mickey. He has a tumor on his flank.

I'm working, but it doesn't pay anything over bills. Mickey has been my best friend over many years. I have had C-diff and diverticulitis and am homebound on disability, and I might have lost hope of getting back to work if he wasn't keeping me feeling like I have a purpose.

One day in the spring of 2016, I heard a little sound coming from my front porch. It was a little mewling sound. I found a tiny kitten behind a potted plant. He was so small. I immediately went into mommy mode and found some canned cat food for him. He devoured it like he hadn't eaten in weeks. Apparently he hadn't had anything much to eat; because, overnight, in his little cubby bed I made for him...in the night he puked up a pile of beetles and bugs. I mean, a huge mound of bugs, undigested. He had been trying so hard to stay alive. These pictures of him show how small he was. I thought maybe he was 6 weeks old. I took him to the vet and he was actually 3 months old!

Eventually, he got bigger and more curious, especially about the outdoors. So, I got him a little harness and a leash and very soon he was ready and willing to let me harness him up for backyard excursions. The backyard is a good size with trees and little gardens. He loves it!

I also have a British Cocker Spaniel that I rescued just a few weeks before Mickey showed up. She also is three months old. They have grown up together as friends.