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at Sat Feb 19 16:04:49 2005 [ Report Abuse ] [ Email Message ] [ Show All Posts by Wiscats ]
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
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