At first Zilla looked like a little powder puff. Her ears were flat against her head and she was a tiny little fluff ball.

Zilla's Story

It hurts to look at the pictures sometimes. Zilla died Christmas Eve in my arms. I miss her so very much. I never expected this rescue to bring so much pain along with it. I would give anything to have her back.
Zilla was just a few days old when she arrived with her mother (LadyMay). Her mother was sick though and couldn't nurse her, so I bottle fed her for the first month she was here.

My story with FIP begins July 12, 2007.

It started with a altruistic effort on my part, with the help and support of my family to save some momma cats and their kittens from euthanasia.
Even from the beginning it was not what I had quite imagined.
So, we'll start with the first story of how the kittens came to be mine.