Hi, and welcome to Mandy's home for lost and decrepid animals! Geeze. Yesterday I went into the basement (outside door) to get some wood, and I see this black thing scurry off. I paused, thinking it was a coon. "Meooow". Dang, it's a cat. We don't do cats in this house... once we had a tom cat that wouldn't leave, and twice I've rescued kittens when I was living in Kentucky.. but my dad is just not a cat guy. So I shoo it away, and it wouldn't leave. I pick it up, and notice how gosh darn skinny it is. I set it down, and it walks sideways, like there's a major defect in the spine or rear right hip... can't tell. So I call the SPCA, they won't pick up cats, you can only drop them off. Well I know what happens when decrepid cats get dropped off at the SPCA, if it's not a cute and cuddly or exceptionally pretty cat, they go straight on back to the "bad" room. This cat is cuddly... but it's not cute, or pretty. Just an average run of the mill black cat that can't walk straight. Who needs a lot of feedings to look better. So of course I fed it. Now it thinks it lives here. Named it Bones, but I put out 6 emails to local cat rescues, so I haven't commited myself to buying cat food yet. We gave it a box with a blanket in it, and I caught my dad giving it scrambled eggs for breakfast (same guy that HATES cats). Also caught the cat in his lap last night. So she's sucking up to the right person. I don't have any say-so, I can only feed it. But if I don't hear back from these rescues, what's the best thing to feed a grossly starved cat? I mean, you can wrap your hand around her spine, count every rib and vertabrae. The name Bones is really quite fitting. Plus she's all black and it's close to Halloween. And how do I know for sure if she's a she? I'm really a dog person, and know next to nothing about cats. She's super friendly and came with a flea collar. I think she got injured or has a nerve/neorological issue and was dropped off at the park next door, or she got dropped off and then injured. She's not showing pain... it's like she's just crooked. If she finds an indoor home after we fix her or a rescue takes her, she'll be the best house cat ever because she can't jump on counter tops. We don't have the money for a vet visit... we can only offer care. Last time I vetted a rescue cat it was $120. I just hope she's smart enough to stay out of the back yard and to avoid the dogs. She approached the little rescue dog when his head was sticking through the fence, and she promptly swatted him. That won't fly if she finds herself up against one of the Shepherds. Ugh. That gives me two rescues here now.