The people saw the luxuriously furred, neutered cat, now named Andre, outside the motel. They didn’t know if he’d once upon a better time been a guest inside, with people he adored. All they definitely knew was that Andre loved people but was completely alone. Soon they noticed that the fluffy pet was in trouble.

Andre could use only three of his legs. They concluded that the other leg was broken and scooped up the gentle, hurting cat and took Andre to the shelter.

It turned out that Andre had a horrible abscess, probably from a bite from a cat who was more street smart that the cuddly house cat. Andre could have died. He has a chance to live, if someone takes him home.