
This photo of Mel was taken three years ago, a week after I adopted her. She looked like she was feeling a bit sorry for herself. Missing her mother perhaps?
Mel had been sitting in a children's playground, usually in the late afternoon. One day, I brought her some food to say hello. She wasn't afraid of me at all, allowing me to approach without running away. As she ate half-heartedly the canned food I gave her, I patted her gently. To my horror, I found her bones jutting out sharply into my hand. She was literally all skin and bones, with nothing inbetween.
I said to myself, 'Oh god, no!' The silent exclamation wasn't due to my sympathy for the starving kitten. It was a protest, utterly useless, against the inevitable. I already had two cats in the house – Mac and Lulu – but I couldn't possibly leave a kitten to starve to death, could I? 'Anyway, what's the difference between two and three cats?' I asked the little kitty as I picked her up. She looked into my eyes and told me, 'Nothing at all!' So I brought her home, where there's food, shelter and love aplenty.
Despite how skinny she was, Mel ate sparingly during the first few weeks. She was probably so close to starving to death, she had no energy to wolf down her food. She just sat around looking listless and tired. But she did eat, thank god, and her appetite and strength improved gradually.
Three years later, Mel is all grown up and fattened up. Here she is, cool and confident:

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