We had about 18" of snow dumped on us that night and into the next day. For a few days I kept hearing a faint meow. I know it wasn't my 2 cats. I kept calling for the cat. Finally, I saw it! Only a baby, he was. After feeding him, it wasn't hard for me to pick him up and give him some badly needed love. But he was skitish, kept dashing into my garage, which I leave open as shelter to my cats and other animal friends who need shelter from a storm. Anyway, I opened my door and in he came, and kept coming in. Fortunately, being as he was only a baby, he didn't get static from my 2 cats. He was real scared of my dog, but he kept lunging at him. It was kind of funny. We knew this cat (er, kitten) had spunk. Well, he stayed outside and kept coming over to me when I went outside to smoke a cig. This went on for a few weeks. So I started calling him "Smoky", he is a grey tabby~so seemed fitting and he liked it. Soon, he kept coming in our home every night! Made himself right at home. When he did go outside, he'd come running over when I called him. Next thing we know, I'm taking him to the vet and our adoption was complete. He's still thriviing! God Bless all the little creatures out there... somewhere! Amen & Amen!
Ivy GEa Lynn, MA
