A young kitten sat crying on my porch when I came home from work at two in the morning. It was 20 below zero and the wind was blowing like crazy. There was no way she would have survived the night. I let her in the house, "just for this one night" I thought. One night became two, two became a week, a month.. this is my queen Mousti, 14 years later.
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Hi Chris, it's Len. Any updates?
Awww, she is so sweet. Same thing happened to my Sarah.
One evening a huge mangy old cat followed Sarah's kittens in at dinner time and never moved out again.
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