Remember wee Fizzgig with the giant meow? Well, We would like to share a wonderful update with you.
This was Fiz when I first found him. I was feeding some feral cats at a station I have behind a restaurant. There is an uncovered storm drain in the woods, and I heard a pitiful screaming coming from that area. He was too tiny to climb out by himself, and I knew his mom couldn’t get him out either, because of the smooth cement sides. It was about six feet deep. I climbed in, not 100% sure how I was going to get back out, but I had to do something.