In the summer of 2000 my dad saw chippy slowly walking around our yard.  The kitten was half-dead from the Texas sun and starvation.  We took him to the Vet to see if the kitten would even live.  Chippy was in pretty bad shape--dehydrated, starved, abused...and to top it off, someone had broken his jaw.  We named him Chippy because of the way his teeth looked (since his jaw was broken)... it reminded us of a chipmunk.
 
 

For the entire first month we had him, he would litterally attack people for food.  Soon he figured out that he would always have food and stopped attacking people.  It's October now (when these pictures were taken) and there's little trace of his past.  His jaw has healed beautifully and the only trace of it's previous fracture is that every once in awhile his mouth will close crooked.