Oh my gosh!

In October of the year before last a small orange kitten showed up at my work. He was such skin and bones...the poor little thing. The vet didn't think he would have made it through the weekend as a huge ice storm was on it's way. I found a home for it that weekend with one of my husbands co-workers. His name is now Harley and he is huge and spoiled. When I found him he weighed less than a pound.

I am telling you all this because I became SOOOOOO attached to that tiny little guy. I knew he was going to a great home but the three days I had with him I just fell sooooo in love. I cried like a baby giving him up. There is something that happens when they are that small and they need you so much. That bond is just so tight.

I hope you get to keep your Kittyrat...although perhaps a more flattering name?

Denyce