Meet Kingston, he had the unfortunate experience of meeting a feral dog and still lives to tell the tale. He has been at the vet for four days. He has a swollen throat and neck, wounds on his back and rump, and he is scared to death. I have him on fluids and antibiotics. He is upstairs in the cat room right now getting used to the room and the new smells and sounds. So far, he hasn’t uttered a sound, but just stares at me pretty intently when I enter the room. Poor kitty. I was told he was a Ragamuffin, but I highly doubt he is.