Early one cold and dark October morning in 1999, a good Samaritan brought to me a tiny, eight-week old, two-pound kitten. The poor thing had been hit by a car and mangled, left on the side of a busy road to fend for himself. I named him Crash. The little fella was in shock and unable to move except to lift his head and purr, which he did the entire ride out to Clyde Park Veterinary Clinic (hence his middle name: Purr-do).

Initially, Crash's future looked pretty bleak. He had suffered fractures in three of his legs, a shattered foot and a broken tail. But, because of his own strength and determination and the devotion of a dedicated group of people, he pulled through the crisis. And, not only did he make it through many surgeries to mend his bones and amputate his tail, but he was up and running on all fours again (miraculously) within just a few short weeks. I am proud to say he hasn't stopped running since!

Crash Purr-do made his way into many hearts and into my home. It is because of him and others like him that CRASH'S LANDING exists today.