My husband and I heard crying somewhere on our back porch. After a few days, we finally found Percy hiding between our a/c unit and some bricks. He was about the size of the palm of my hand. We didn't know where his mother or any siblings were. He was all alone. After almost a week of sweet talk and lots of coaxing, he finally trusted me enough to come out of hiding. He was literally skin and bones and covered in fleas. I brought him into the house, bathed him in Dawn, set up one of our spare bedrooms with lots of toys, food, and water, and now he is part of the family. He is very healthy, considering where he started, and is quite the entertainer. I chose the name Percy, short for Perceus, who was a Greek Mythology hero, whose name means strength. He is definitely a fighter with a zest for life and love. I think we needed him as much as he needed us.