A kitten was hanging around work one fall morning back in 2003. She was meowing and
wanting to go through the door with everyone who came in so I went outside to take a look
at her. She's completely black, velvety, and very mellow; she started purring the moment
I picked her up. She was also a little banged up; her nose was raw and there was a cut by
her eye and ear. I figured she'd been in a fight and had probably been dumped. But she was
pretty plump and healthy looking otherwise, so I called my vet to get her an appointment. I
wanted to make sure she was healthy; I didn't want to bring an unhealthy kitten home to
meet my very healthy and boisterous cat I already own.
She's healthy declared the vet, and she probably sustained her injuries not from a fight
with another cat, because they're more abrasions than cuts, but by either 1) being thrown
from a moving vehicle or 2) being hit by a moving vehicle.
So I brought her home, got her all patched up and purring again, and decided to name her
|Sam and Hailey watch for birdies
|I think she likes to have
her picture taken :)
|Oh no, here comes mom with the camera again!
|Sheesch, can't you see we're trying to sleep here?
|Hailey is apparently fascinated by Joe sleeping
|In her favorite spot, soaking up the sunshine :)
|It's hard work being a cat!