Reading the story about Baby made me think of my sister's first cat, Kitty. Need I say more about how she got her name?
Kitty was a calico. My brother-in-law found her as a new-born kitten in the middle of the yard. No idea of how she got there. My sister hand raised her from that tiny kitten. Even without my sister knowing a thing about how to raise a new-born kitten, Kitty was 16 years old when she went to kitty heaven.
A funny story about when she was still a kitten. My sister found a spot above her mouth and tried to clean off that dirty spot. Only thing, that wasn't a dirty spot, it was a little half moustache mark that Kitty kept throughout her life.
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