I was headed on an overnight RV trip with my family, who were waiting at my parents' place, a block down from my house. I walked outside with my luggage to find a small white cat with a grey toupee, who was crying. I checked the food bowl to see if she was hungry, but it was full. I sat down to see if she wanted attention, she came right over. After a few minutes of talking to her I told her I had to go. She followed me, crying for about half a block but I told her to stop and go back. She stopped and watched me leave her. By the time I reached the RV, I was in tears. I cried for a good ten minutes as I explained to my mom that if she was there when I got back I had a fourth inside cat. Which I did not intend, 'cause three was already a crowd. Sure enough, she came back the day after I returned. After 2 weeks of quarantine, the vet visit for a clean bill of health, and flea meds, she was introduced to the other cats. They all got along fine but after another 2 weeks, she became a little terror to all the cats but super loving to me. I started to suspect she might be pregnant, but she was only 7.5 months old. Sure enough, exactly 1.5 months after taking her in, she made me a household of 8; 7 cats plus me. All identical in color to Momma Storm. I kept them all because how could I possibly choose? Sukai, Yuki and Rein are lovable little terrors, and we are slowly adjusting to the new additions the past year. I couldn't part with them and never will, until God decides it's time.
S BeachyMIFFLINBURG, PA
