When I was growing up, we had several cats throughout the years and after moving out on my own I didn't have a cat for a long time. One day I was at a someone's house and they had kittens that they were trying to give away and I decided to take one. Cat number 1.
A couple of years later, I was driving through the middle of town on Main Street and a little yellow kitten was dodging vehicles and ran right across the street in front of me. I was afraid that the kitten would get run over, so I immediately pulled over at the side of the street (I wasn't even in a parking spot) and the kitten had run into the yard of a local business and stopped. I jumped out of my vehicle and ran up and grabbed the kitten. There were some people walking on the sidewalk and I asked if this was their kitten or if they knew who it belonged to. They just looked at me like I was an alien, so I just took the kitten home with me and kept him. Cat number 2.
A year after that, I seen a kitten outside my building and I asked the neighbors if this was their kitten. The neighbor said it was but she said the kitten meowed all the time, so she pitched it outside. I asked her if she wanted it back and she said no that I could keep it. Cat number 3.
At the beginning of this year, same family of neighbors had a kitten that they didn't take care of, so my husband and I would feed her. One morning it was freezing cold outside and my husband and I found her in front of our house and she was badly injured. We brought her inside and took care of her and healed her up. The neighbors eventually moved away, but they never did ask us if we had seen their kitten. She is now cat number 4.
