My parents hated cats until one showed up on our back step last year and they started feeding it and eventually decided to keep it. They named her "Kitty." Really original. Apparently another cat had kittens in our yard recently and left a little black one behind, which my parents felt bad for and decided to save. Three days old. My mother drives home every day at lunch to feed it milk with an eye dropper. 30 minutes each way. Seriously, my parents never even took care of ME that well when I was sick. I asked my dad the other day what they had decided to name it. Shaniqua.
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