Seven years ago today, I was a feral kitty, and I got hit by a car. As you can see my leg was broken and my hip was dislocated. It hurt bad, and I couldn't move. I was terrified, stuck in the middle of the street with cars zooming past.
Bast must have been watching out for me, because somebody [Malcolm] picked me up and saved my life.
The rest is history. My leg got fixed and cat lovers around the world helped by sending green papers to pay for my bionic leg.
Life is funny, and like Mom says, the world changes every day. That was a very bad day, and it became a very good day.
I did not like being held. Some things never change.