This is Freddie. I got him from my vet's office, from the receptionist, at 6 weeks old. He's 5 years old now. He's been blind since birth. The fact that his previous owner had fed his mother, and him for the first six weeks of his life, nothing but oatmeal may have played a part in this. He was stunted and his third eyelids didn't develop, and he had to have entropion surgery on his left eye. He was a cryptorchid and during surgery at 10 months to correct that, the vet discovered he had cancer of the spleen and it had just started to bleed. Another day and we would have lost him.
Because going to the vet traumatizes him so much, I brought him home while he was still out, but he let his displeasure be known by removing the stitches that ran from one end of his abdomen to the other during the night. On the 45-minute trip back to the vet the next morning, he screamed. And he screamed. So much that he completely opened his incision and came out of the crate having disemboweled himself. Travis (vet) said I promptly turned white as a sheet. My first thought was "No way. No way he can live through this."
Well, he did. Travis put everything back and stapled him this time, and as he healed, I began to notice that this cat was Cool. Not just your normal cat coolness, but Ubercool. Ultracool. The kind of cool that would make a nerd cool for hours after being in the same room. The kind of cool that even oozes from pictures of him.