"Melissa Houle" wrote in message
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So what are some other stories of finding the perfect cat?

My life seems to have consisted of being found by cats, rather than my
finding them.
I buried Freddie last Autumn after 21 years of him being lovable all over
the place. I met him on a Virginia highway; he was so small he completely
fit in my hand. When I picked him up, he climbed up my jacket, burrowed
inside, curled up, and went to sleep. That settled it - I was adopted.
Chaos showed up on my back porch in an October downpour - she was a ball of
mud with a huge pink mouth wide-open. I took her inside, washed her off and
fed her. She looked around and moved in.
Killer was only supposed to be with me for a month or so, while I looked for
a new home for him when his previous slaves had to give him up. That was
over ten years ago...
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The One-and-only Holy MosesT