It's lovely to see a re-homed animal come into their own in a good environment. The second cat we ever had we got from the RSPCA. It was DD's idea (she was about fourteen at the time) and we walked round looking at all these nice moggies who had obviously seen it all before and didn't take much interest in visitors. Then we came to a small, thin, scraggy looking tabby - not much more than a kitten really -wet through from his own urine seemingly. A sorry specimen, but he came up to the glass and DD said "I want this one!" My heart sank, but he came home with us. She was not going to leave without him. Our vet was not impressed with his condition, thought he might have some brain damage, and was rather critical of the RSPCA for letting him out of their care. However, after a few weeks at home he thrived, albeit with recurring long standing health difficulties associated with his mouth, which often meant he found it difficult to eat. And he didn't seem to be able to move in a straight line; he sort of skipped sideways (hence we named him Skipper!). He was a very loving little chap, but he didn't live long unfortunately; at least he had some joy in his short life.