Hubby went to Grandma's for Easter this year. One of the neighborhood cats had had five kittens and was keeping them under her house. They were scrawny and infested with ring worm, tape worms and fleas - so he rescued them and brought them home. Momma got away so we weren't able to get her fixed. We were able to find homes for three of them, but two have stayed here. When they came, they were ugly as can be (see pathetic Poppy in the bottom left). They were also not fans of people. Fitz got his name because he threw such fits when you tried to touch him.
Fast forward three months, several trips to the vet and lots of ring worm medicine (for everyone in the house!). They are now just bundles of love. They couldn't be better pets!