Hey Sean, cool story--thought I'd pass this one along to you--a while back I came home to find one of my outside cat kittens huddled by the back door barely alive--about 4 wk old at the time---he was comatose and barely breathing--he apparently had been attacked by a roving tomcat--I picked him up and he momentarily opened the one eye he could, so I knew he was still with us. I brought him inside and fully expected to find him gone in the morning--he wasn't--but he wasn't much better. Two days later he was showing no improvement, hadn't eaten or drank, and I contacted a friend to help me do what needed to be done cause I couldn't. I didn't want him to die of starvation or thirst. But I decided to take him to the vet first.
Vet looked at him and said, man, he's beat up--leave him overnight and I'll call you tomorrow, but don't hope for too much.
Long story short--he was better the next day--the vet says Man that cat really wants to live--so we began a long trip of various medications and vet visits, but he was getting better. About that same time, we of the drag racing world experienced a terrible loss--someone who's spriit, toughness, and will to live seemed to parallel that of my recovering kitty.
So, via my friend Suzie Q, I got permission to name him--you guessed it--Scotty.
Happy to say Scotty is growing into a very happy cat and each time I look at him I am reminded of all of the great things Scott Kalitta meant to us...