One evening on a rainy summer’s day, when I was six or seven years old, I was sitting by my window and I noticed this very young, skinny orange cat looking for food in the trash can.
I went outside and picked up the poor little guy, and he was nothing but skin and bones - so I brought him inside to give him some food.
My gramps didn't really wanted to keep a pet in our home but when he saw the cat, who we named Kitty, he just warmed up his heart and helped me feed the starving cat.
I'm 18 years old now and ever since that day Kitty has been a member of our family. He loves to be rubbed on his belly and eats a lot just like Garfield. Kitty is now one very happy, healthy cat who has found a home in our hearts.
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