Hamilton (my son the cat) and Willow (my dog). I am by rights a cat person but when I saw Will at a Flea market, the runt of a litter of nine, I had to save her. The owners were just giving the pups away and whoever was left would go to the pound and it was the end of the day and 5 were left. The others were big fur balls and she was tiny and thin and had short hair and they were picking on her. It's been 13 years and she is a great dog but not a cat. Someone just left Hammy and his sisters on the side of the road. We knew there were more than the 3 we found but we couldn't catch the others. My girlfriends and I kept one each. For me it was love at first sight. I wish we had gotten them all.
Last edited by pagansoul; 06-09-2009 at 03:59 PM.
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