The story goes: I was driving to Calgary with mom and the kids, when just outside Beiseker I slammed on my brakes and began to back the van up. Mom asked what I was doing and I said "didn't you see that kitten back there, it was just sitting right beside the road". I stopped the van and jumped out then walked up to the crying kitty who ran into the long grass in the ditch. I figured he was going to be too timid to catch, but went a little ways into the ditch to try anyway cause I could hear it meowing. Well, he didn't run, attack or bite me when I reached to pick him up. He CLUNG to my neck and meowed and purred. How could I leave such a little cute needy kitten there all alone to be run over by some huge truck? Well...I couldn't. Mom certainly wasn't risking taking it after her most recent emotionally and financially draining cute kitten ordeal, but I simply could not let it stay there alone. I'm quite certain it was dropped off as it was VERY tame...either that or terribly in need of affection :)
So, he came to Calgary with us and then home to Three Hills later that night. He sleeps in Sierra's room, right with her (although the smell in the room is now absolutely horrendous, so we think they both pass out at night to get away from it) And he seems to be doing well, although we found a strange sore on his chest. His name is "Sweety" and he really is one. Purrs and cuddles and as you can see in the picture...Kisses. Plus...John said that as I didnt' go out looking for him, that made it 'slightly' better, and he accepts that for now we have 3 cats. Thanks John :)
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