I have two cats. I got my older cat, Nell, at a time I really wanted a cat. I wasn't as aware of the stray pet situation as I am today, but I still didn't even think about buying a pet. I was asking around looking for people who had a litter of kittens they didn't want. It took me a while to find one, and I got the last of the litter, a tuxedo cat nobody didn't want (the rest of the litter were pure black cats, and single colored cats are considered cuter, I guess). When she was about a year and a half old, in autumn, we found a kitten on the street. It was a month year old black kitten, and he couldn't stand on his back leg. Of course, we took him in to take him to the vet, he wouldn't survive on the street with a bad leg. It turned out to be a small vitamin deficiency problem, which was solved pretty easily, but we couldn't find anyone to take the kitten, so we had ho choice but to keep him. He is now over a year old, and they seem to be getting along well.
