Chazzy the survivor

My boy was a rescue kitten. He was rescued out of a drain pipe at about 3 weeks old so week he could hardly drink. He was fed with an eye dropper and then weened onto soft can food by the time he was 6 weeks old, when I adopted him. He was this small scrawny, fuzzy beige kitten, with a small grey nose, who couldn't run or scratch without falling over. But he was a fighter, and would try taking on my healthy 7.5 week old female kitten on, and loose badly, and then try again. I tried to use a normal name for him, but nothing seemed to fit. I wanted a z- sound in his name cause he was so fuzzy, and made up the Chazz for the fuzz and the wick for fire in him. He is now a beautiful, Siamese cross. Who loves playing...he'll always be a little slower than Zoey...but he is my special cuddle-bug who loves crawling under the covers in winter and walking all over you if he has decided that it is scratches time=)