Critter Details

Crouton wasn’t always the fluffy, healthy boy he is today. His story started in the unlikeliest of places: a dark, dingy back alley, where he was little more than skin, bones, and a crusty shadow of a cat. He had been left behind, a forgotten scrap in a world that barely noticed. His fur was matted with dirt, his eyes crusted shut, and he had a limp that made every step look painful. But even then, there was a spark of something in him—a quiet determination that kept him going, searching for just a little bit of kindness in that cold alley. It was there, behind an old dumpster, that he was found, clinging to life with the tenacity of a stale crouton in a forgotten salad.When we picked him up, we couldn't help but joke about how "crusty" he was—like the forgotten crouton at the bottom of the bowl that you only notice at the very end. But Crouton had a spirit that couldn’t be ignored. We scooped him up, bathed him in warm water, and slowly, over time, the layers of neglect fell away.The transformation was remarkable. Crouton turned out to be a total charmer, as if he knew he had been given a second chance at life. His fur grew in soft and fluffy, like the freshest crouton in the salad bar. Now, he’s got the sass and swagger to match his name. From an alley survivor to a house cat king, Crouton has come a long way, proving that even the crustiest, most forgotten ones have a place in the world—sometimes, it’s just a matter of being picked up at the right time.Who knew a little crust could make such a wonderful addition to life’s salad?