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I called and called for him after the fire. Tonight I called again. I heard his voice… weak, but I heard it. I called for him again and then I saw him. At first I thought he was someone else’s kitty. He looked to be a black cat. My Poncho was grey.

His coat was charred and had melted. His eyes were swollen shut. His ears were melted. The pads of his feet were bloody. I went to him and knelt down. I scooped him into my arms and he immediatley started to purr. I brought him inside where he was very thirsty and hungry. We rushed him to the Vet. She said his lungs were in good shape, he could still see so we are going to try and save him.

He’ll be ok. I know he will.
We’re survivors…. him and me.