In the early 1970's a neighbour found a dead female cat in his cellar with a live kitten, only a few days (?) old by her side. I took Felix in and hand-reared him on formula from an eyedropper. At the time, this seemed the only option available to us (I was 14). Later in life, Felix became epileptic -- very rare in cats, the vet told us (not so rare in dogs). He also had some kind of sodium deficiency disorder, which involved my mother (who by then had taken Felix on as I had gone off to University) lugging cases of special cat food home on the bus and feeding all the cats on it as Felix would go for the ordinary, cheap food, if it were available. BTW he craved salt and you only had to rustle a crisp packet to find Felix, quivering, at your side. I have always linked, in my mind, his health with his early feeding history -- although I know this may be spurious, and, of course, as we knew no feeding queens, we at least offered Felix life. Magda Sachs Breastfeeding Supporter, BfN, UK