Well, my first ever cat was a 5-month-old kitten I found at a gas station about 25 years ago. I had taken my car to be winterized and when I went to pick it up a tiny ball of gray fur was sitting by the car in the snow, meowing pitifully. I picked him up and took him inside the garage asking if he belonged to anyone or if anyone wanted him. All the men said he'd been hanging around a couple of days. No, none of them could take him. So I took him home. (BTW, I thought I was strictly a dog person at the time.) I decided that if he got along with my dog, I'd keep him; otherwise I'd find him a home.

Well, the minute I got him home and put him down, my dog ran over to him and started licking him. The kitten allowed that and began purring. They were instantly best friends.

That was Pierre, who lived to be 16 1/2 years old. Pierre gets the credit for turning me into the cat lady I am now.
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The Wiscats: Every life should have (at least) 9 cats!

Monsieur Gervais le Blanc

Beau

Simba

Minette

Henri le Chanceux

Andre-Guillaume

Annie-Claire

The Excellent Lady Sophie-Marie

Poucette-Noelle

Sylvie-Chantal la Joie

~~and varying numbers of foster kitties coming and going, including right now: Flame, Stevie, Little Chloe, Cocoa~~

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