Bindi (the Miracle Kitty). Her human: Lizzy SchneiderAge: 2Found:“My sister was driving to our favorite hiking spot in Janesville WI. On the side of the road at the entrance of the trail she saw a tiny black cat eating dried cheese. She got out to check on the cat, but when she tried to pick it up the tiny black cat thrashed and struggled, refusing to be contained. As she walked away the cat began to follow her. It’s ribs were showing and the fur was matted. My sister wondered how the cat had the en-ergy to walk and tried to pick up the scrawny black body, again the cat thrashed and in-sisted on walking itself. The cat followed my sister and her dogs for the entire hike. Once she got back to the car she texted me saying she found a kitten and asked what to do, I replied, “bring her home!”We assessed her condition. She was a female, weighed about 4 lbs, but was not a kit-ten for she had all of her adult teeth. When she felt the comfort of a bed for the first time her body collapsed into the soft material. Rolling around in the blankets, purring loudly, and needing her paws, it was as if at that moment she decided herself that this was her home.My sister already has three cats, one with special needs, so we decided to foster the tiny cat. We decided to name her Bindi after the Steve Erwin’s daughter. She got along with the other cats and had no fear of the dogs. At night she would sleep on my chest, during the day she follow me everywhere.We had her spayed in the weeks to follow. After her operation there was a change in her behavior. She had very little energy and coughed often, but always purred when you said her name. I was worried for her, we had gotten quiet close and I had thought about keeping her, she was so skinny, I could barely feel her on my chest while I slept.One day I came home from work to find her unconscious on my bed in a pool of her own pee. My sister and I rushed her to the vet where they look x-rays and found that her lungs were 100% compromised and she was unable to breath by herself. She needed an oxygen chamber, but the vet did not have machine. He recommended she be put down.Another emergency vet across town had an oxygen chamber so we rushed Bindi over there. The vet, a friend of my sisters, was able to get an IV into her and set her up in the oxygen chamber, but she too was doubtful of Bindi’s survival. She had never seen x-rays as bad as Bindi’s before, and explained that it would be a miracle if she was able to make it through the night. Bindi was diagnosed with feline leukemia.The following morning Bindi drove with my other sister up to Madison to the Cat Care Clinic, her place of employment. She stayed connected to her oxygen chamber and next to my sister all day at work. The cord of the machine only extended a foot, so Bindi needed to be constantly watched. At night I would come over and sleep in the chair next to the machine with Bindi on my chest. The vets at Cat Care Clinic told me too not be too hopeful, Bindi was very sick, and the best option may be to put her down.Despite the chances, Bindi’s conditioned improved. She was on medication twice a day and came back to school with me in the fall. Although she was still very skinny she had bundles of energy and desired to be involved in everything. She still had little interested in being held, but decided my shoulder was a nice perch. She had a taste for bread and soon became the chaos of the house. If my roommates or I were not careful she would eat half of our loaf," said Schneider.