No, he's not mine but I basically saved his life. It was years ago when i was at my uncles old house playing outside with cousins. We heard a little meowing in the prickley grape fruit tree. We looked around in it and saw a little, dirty, skinny enough to see his rips, scared kitten. Gray and white with a little fluffy tail. He would not come and only went farther in the tree when we reached for him. I told my cousins to go inside and i went near the house, on my hands and knees and meowed to him. I didn't know what i was saying in "cat language"but it worked. He came right up to me, purring and rubbing against me. He was sooooo skinny you could feel through him if you felt infront of his hind legs. We bathed him, fed him and kept him overnight making sure he'd be allright. The next day we went and asked if anyone had lost a kitten, no one claimed it to be theirs. My aunt came to pick us all up and bring us home and we *begged*for her to keep him. She kept him and now today he's a beautiful Cat named Nitno.
Here are his photos I took today when we went to show of my new pup, Nala:
Nitno...
Nala and Nitno:
KayAnn
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What a great story, too! How old is he now?
I love you always and forever 
Our little angel.
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