Our present cat, Fat Tire, was found in 2006 in a nearby alley. I heard some sort of screeching sound, dismissed it as a kid and didn't think anything more. Until it kept up, and was a bit more irritating, so I went and checked out the alley. Enter a small, bi-colored kitten from behind the auto service lots tire bin! No wonder she was crying, she was hungry. Rail thin, you could count her ribs! Well, my husband went to get a saucer of milk, all the while he was thinking, "Kathy has found herself a kitten!" Well, Fat Tire surely lapped up the milk. I decided to put her in the garage until I could find a home for her. This is where the troubles began. My husband is allergic to cats. The shelters are full (as usual). No one local is missing a kitten. I posted ads, called animal control. No takers. Not even just to adopt her. As the days rolled into months, I finally found a friend's sister that would take Fat Tire. The only problem with that is we had grown attached to her. So now we have a cat.
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