Hi, I am named Nestle after one of the nicest things, chocolate, because that is my personality, sweet. I didn’t deserve the life that I was forced into. It was a hoarder’s home with meager feedings and then abandonment. The property was brought to the attention of Pet Patrol. The people had just up and moved out leaving five cats behind. I was one of those kitties. We were very thin and disheveled when we were found, I was covered in lice and weighed the least. It was a little white house, a rental property, and the people who fed us (barely), didn’t work, and they didn’t clean anything up either. Unable to make their rent, they moved, as they had done many times before, in the middle of the night. They left behind broken furniture, trash, and their cats. Once rescued and at the vet clinic they opened my mouth and discovered a gaping wound right in the middle of my tongue