Post Nine

Meet Robinson. I'm so excited to make this post because it's a happy one. When we first began caring for feral cats, Robinson was so covered in mange that you couldn't even tell he was a cat. I mean that literally. Watching this little...thing hop across a dark parking lot was crazy. Was it a bunny? A really big bug? What was it? Upon closer investigation, it was a cat. A cat with no eyes, because the mange had eaten his entire face. A cat that couldn't use its back legs because they were so infested. He appeared deformed due to the level of mange on him and he was so bad that we couldn't even tell what color his fur was supposed to be, save for a couple of tufts of black or white here and there.

We reported Robinson to the original colony caretakers who have been with Alley Cat Allies for years. Due to some love and care, Robinson slowly began to heal. Each night, he looked more and more like a cat. Within four weeks or so, he was completely healed and mange-free.

As you can tell, Robinson became a handsome young lad (as seen in the photograph above). He is now the size of the rest of his siblings/colony-pals and one-hundred percent healthy. Robinson's colony-mate, Rusty-James, was sure to take care of Robinson and make sure he never lagged behind. Now? Look at him -- he's big, strong and so fast! He can run like the wind now, frolicking in the grassy area behind the McDonalds like he was never suffering.

Yes. Another happy story. Robinson received his name, by the way, because of Smokey Robinson and The Miracles. Robinson was a miracle.