Zelda's mother, a feral cat, had Zelda and her siblings in someone's garage.  She gave birth in a box on a shelf about 4 feet from the ground.  The gentleman found Zelda laying lifeless on the garage floor when she was about 3 weeks old, while her siblings and mother moved about. She was only the size of my hand and you could see the light going out in her eyes. After a trip to see a vet and some antibiotics and fluids were given to her, I was told not to expect a recovery that it was unlikely she would ever walk or even survive. We learned about what we needed to feed her and how to help her go to the bathroom. She was offered a bottle every hour or two for a few weeks and kept on heating pads while she slept. With the help of her canine brothers and her new human family she began to hold her head up and after a few weeks she could stand and eventually walk. She would drag one of her front legs, and now has a slight limp but otherwise is doing great!! Zelda has shown us just how much of a difference we can make in the lives of others, and continues to thank us daily by showering us with love!