Bash, my new little one-eyed, brain damaged son. A tree trimmer heard him in a different tree, he had likely gotten scared and lost, but either way couldn't have possibly survived in the wild. He took Bash to a mutual friend and he proved too much for her to handle. He can be a little spit fire, but he's so disadvantaged, he's afraid. That's the only reason he's made it this long. He has obviously had a while to adjust to his disabilities, he gets around entirely too well for this to be a new head trauma, so my guess is that he fell as a pinky, Mommy decided to bring him home and raise him anyway, but the fall resulted in an eye that never developed and his current neuro issues. He really is a sweet boy and he has taken to me quickly! Oh for the LOVE, one more reason to live!! 💞💝💞💝💞 I'm HIS and he knows it!