Pictures of our cat Cheech. We adopted Cheech when he was about 3 weeks old. I ran him over while Summer and I were driving to get Sushi. I saw him at the last second and swerved enough to straddle him and not run him over with a tire. I stopped the truck, ran back and scooped him up off of the road. He was meowing like crazy (this hasn’t stopped) and needed food. We nursed him back to health with cottage cheese and small pieces of chicken so that he could grow into the “little fu#R$%” that he has become today. He thinks he is a dog and regularly attacks both of ours and sometimes even Summer and I.