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Tiki came to us from a friend. My friend had called me and told me that she found a mama cat and one of her kittens under a porch (the siblings went to the shelter, but she couldn't seem to let this one go). He was three weeks old when we got him.

She had been bottle feeding the little one because mama was malnourished and not producing milk, so Tiki was malnourished, too. He couldn't see well. He only went by smell and would bump into things. His back legs weren't strong enough to hold him up for long.

My friend was allergic to cats and couldn't take care of them anymore, so I found the mama a home. Feeding Tiki was not easy when she was around, which is to be expected. I also decided to take Tiki on.

He slept on a towel, in a hat, under a light blanket between the pillows on our bed. He would let me know when he was hungry. It was a challenge taking care of him because he has actual thumbs and his claws have always been like fish hooks, much more curve to them than a normal cat.

He grew up happy and healthy, aside from his poor vision. He can't see well but he sure can hear everything. He is feisty and unpredictable at times. And when he gets into something and we say "No Tiki," he talks back! He is like one of our children. All of our cats are.

He got the nickname Tiki Monster because he used to hide under beds and then chase people across them. He would get yelps and screams out of people, and he loved it. We eventually eliminated bed frames because while he loves it, we don't like the scars on our legs. But he is a wonderful personality and addition to our family, even almost six years later.