Back in September of 2006, I came home from work (on a Monday morning) and saw a young cat meowing on the breezeway of my apartment. He looked in good shape so I took him inside and gave him some of my roast beef sandwich and some milk, then since he looked to belong with someone I took him back outside. About a hour or so ago I heard him yowling outside and went to check on him. It had been raining all weekend and I found him curled up in a plant trying to stay dry and singing about how he wanted a home. Who could resist this cute face?
Myst: I'm glad to. Oh! He found out that my former family moved out the Friday before he found me, they just left me outside and drove away. I much prefer being with MH though (Don't tell him that though)