Tate was a teeny tiny little thing. The single kitten of a very young mother. Poor Cali, a free roaming country cat, didn't know how to Mom yet, and spent very little time with young Tate. I would sit with Tatter Tot for hours daily before she even opened her eyes, just offering her warmth and company. This is when the little Tot got her name :D
This was her teething phase. It was... Fun 😅
Unfortunately, as they were free roaming outside cats, fleas happened. Poor Tate Tate was too young and helpless and very, very sick. The fleas were drinking her dry. I begged my parents to take her to the vet and he said she had a 50% chance of surviving if and only if we took her into our home, gave her gentle flea baths and combing daily, medicine, and so on. Thankfully, she was a strong little Tot and has grown into the amazing potatoe we all love :)
PS @catscatsandcatsandmorecats here you go :)