Sassy was dumped at the vet's where I worked. She was so tiny, and in a dirty carrier. She ran a temperature for days and it didn't go away till she got some weight on her. My husband had said no more cats, but I was taking care of her and even named her Sassy 'cus each time I picked her up she would hiss at me. She was so small she couldn't hurt a flea. I would tell her not to be so sassy, and the name stuck. I took her home, and because she was small and I had 2 little dogs, I borrowed a cat tent from my friend and she stayed in there for a few days. She was not afraid of the dogs at all even tho she was so small. Of course, once she was bigger she was allowed out for longer periods of time. And she became boss over the dogs. She is 10 years old now, and has a sister cat and a brother cat. She is very special to me 'cus she was there for me when my husband passed away.
Linda KarppinenCORFU, NY
