My name is Ava. I have only three legs because when I was 6 weeks old the shelter that I lived at shut my leg in a cage door. They gave me to the vet to do my surgery, and that is where I met my 2 loving moms'. They took me home and took good care of me. They did not even get mad when I would wake them up in the middle of the night to help me get in the litter box. I have 2 sisters who both really love me, if only they could love each other. All they do is fight. I love to play with my toys, and run up and down the hall. You can usually find me sleeping on my moms' bed.