As of May 13, 2008, I'm about 7-8 weeks old. On May 12, 2008, I was attacked by the dog who lives in our house. He's a big dog, about 100+ pounds. He didn't like me for whatever reason, I'm not sure what I did. Maybe I got too close to his food bowl. Anyway, right now I'm in the hospital healing from a dislocated or fractured jaw. They weren't sure I would make it through the night, but I did! I'm like my mommy, strong and stubborn. I turned her into a cat lover, so I know I'm pretty special, and my mommy and daddy believe I was sent to them for a reason. They are getting rid of the dog before I come home. It will be a slow recovery, but the vet says I will be just fine.