Kim, my then 17 year old daughter found her at school in a garbage can, some boys had found her alive in an old car, and brought her into the mechanics shop, and was kicking her around like she was a football, I was told by one of the boys that she was sailing through the air just like a football. One of the other boys thought she was dead, and picked her up and threw her into the trashcan. My daughter just happen to be over there to talk to a friend and seen little grover laying there, and she picked her up, and noticed she was still living.

She and a friend took her to the ladies room, and cleaned the blood from her nose, and the grease from her face and body. They put her in a tissue box, and then into a larger box. My daughter had to fight teachers to carry the small baby Grover into class. But that daughter of mine is a sassy little gal, and she took it anyway.

Yeap, I fed her with a syringe just like the way you are feeding Tabitha. Grover would not take a bottle, she wanted that syringe. I fed her orphan kittens milk, and later started mixing it with baby food, the just meat, like chicken. She loved it. Funny after everything she went through, she was just as healthy, but seem like she did stay a bit of a runt for a long time. But as you can see, she is just a little meanie.

My daughter said she was my mothers day present at the time. I got a really great mothers day present. Grover!