Sox is a feral kitty that I adopted from the SPCA. I spotted him through the window of his room and he had both of his front paws over his nose and looked completely depressed and pathetic. I went in to visit him and found him to be an extremely sweet, unusually calm kitten. I thought to myself, “This is my kind of cat!” As I approached his room, two people were outside of his door ready to snatch him up and I decided to adopt him immediately. I took him with me back to DMA. Despite the fact that I am allergic to cats, Sox won me over. I was sitting on the sofa watching television holding my brand new baby kitten and suddenly, I noticed that the bottom of my shirt was soaking wet. I knew that this definitely was not a good sign. I had only had him for about five hours and I was on the phone with every animal hospital in town and rushed him to the emergency room. Little Sox had a fever of 104 degrees and apparently had an abscess that had gone unnoticed at the SPCA and ruptured when I got him home. They gave me medicine to give to him twice a day and told me that he would have died if I wouldn’t have adopted him and gotten him treated. Little did I know, but this would be the first of many trips to the animal hospital with Sox during our first few months of being buddies. Every time he would start getting better, something would go wrong. Right when his abscess was just about to heal, I came home and he ran to the door to greet me, squinting his eye like a little drunken pirate and he had conjunctivitis, then a cold….and on, and on. I definitely had no idea what I was getting myself into that day, but I am thankful that I adopted him. He came from the street and is quite a character that has made my house a much more interesting place.