The way these two cats came into my life, is nothing short of a miracle. I’d been taking an online course for work. The final exam needed to be taken at the school, so I drove to the community college on the opposite end of town for me. This is an area I NEVER go through unless I am passing it on my way to Key West, and I don’t do that very often. I drove to the class and took the test. On my way back home, I realized it was the same neighborhood of the veterinary clinic I’d found Vlad. I’d always been curious as to his actual birth date, and really wanted to just get a little more information about him. I saw the clinic and pulled into the parking lot. In the back of my mind, I knew they would not have any information. These are kittens that are left at most clinics; my own vet has dozens dropped off at hers several times a year. But still, something made me stop, so I walked in. I asked the receptionist if they kept records of the kittens they adopt out that come in, and she said no. “People just drop them off at the front, like those.” She pointed to the corner of the clinic, where there was a huge cage on the floor. When I walked to it, I saw huddled in the corner an orange and multi-colored ball. I bent down and saw it was two small kittens. I asked the receptionist if they were okay, she said yes, but I knew they weren’t. I remembered the condition Vlad was in, and my heart broke just thinking about leaving them there. Without even thinking about it, I told her I’d take them. She ran around the desk and asked me if I really would, and I said yes. But, I needed a carrier, since I didn’t have one. She went to the back room and came out with a large carrier. She told me the orange kitten was a boy, and the calico was a girl. I left and immediately called the vet clinic I take Vlad and Oksana. I asked if I could bring two kittens I just found without an appointment, and they said yes. When I arrived, I didn’t have to wait long. The vet on call that day was a very nice woman, just like my regular vet. She took one look at Maks, and asked me where I found them. I told her a clinic. She was shocked. As it turns out, Maks had scabies, which as I am informed is like mange in dogs. She said, left untreated he could have gotten worse and died. Kiska, was then diagnosed with an upper respiratory infection, again if left untreated could have died. It was inconceivable to me that these two cats were in a veterinary clinic and didn’t even get the proper care! I left Maks there for almost a week and a half. He needed several dip treatments, and I took Kiska home with me. With medication, they both have grown to be two very lovely and healthy cats. Maks has an incredibly soft coat, yet has a little scar on his ear, a reminder of the condition I found him in. Kiska is also a healthy and very vocal and active little cat. I don’t know what would have happened to them had I not stopped that day, and I really try not to think about it. When I took them with me, I’d planned on getting them better and finding a home for them. But after having them with me for a couple of weeks, I know their home was with me. I love them so much!