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Over the years, most of the pets I have had have been abandoned ones. My very first cat was one that followed my mother and myself home one night (meowing loudly the whole way) when we were out for a walk one evening. My favorite childs story at the time was called "Little Black Sambo", so I named my kitty Sambo. It didn't matter that mom explained to me that Sambo was a boy's name, and this was a "girl kitty"; Sambo she became, and eventually, Sambo had kittens, so then we had to find homes for them.
She was a great cat, and happily let me play with her, and even put my doll dresses on her, and push her around in my baby buggy.
Someone must have moved away and left her, but she was just the sweetest kitty ever, and I doubt that she had any regrets about following us home that night.
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