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I met my mum's cat when she brang him home, lol.

I met Mog when I was 6 years old. I had gone to school straight from a friend's house after a sleepover. When my mum and brother came to pick me up, they had a closed box. They told me they bought a new kitten and her name was Mog. When we were about a minute from our house she started to meow, so they opened the box and let me see her. She was about 6 weeks old at the time, and of course very tiny.
I met Garfield a few days before my 10th birthday. Mum took me down to the RSPCA so I could choose a cat. Then I came across Garfield (who had no name at the time ) he was about 4 monts old and very happy to be chosen! When we took him home my brother said he looked like the Garfield from the comics, and the name stuck.

Noname:
When I was a kid my friends cat just gave birth and her dads was planning to euthanase the kittens. We stole one of them and put it in my basement. I lied to my parents that someone thrown the kitten out and we found it. I knew they won't let me rise it if they know I stole it, even if I did so to save it from death.
The kitten was living for 2 weeks - our female dog took care of it and I was feeding the cat every a few hours using some baby powder milk I found in our kitchen cabinet. The kitten was drinking it and growing. But then the milk finished and I started to beg my mom to buy more of it. My mom refused, saying that a cat can drink regular milk instead. I found the kitten dead three days later.

Nikan:
Some neighbor was giving out kittens. One of them was orange and I compared it to "Mikan, the talking cat" from a cartoon I watched as a kid. I was hoping the cat might talk too. But it didn't.
We had him for 1-2 years. Then he escaped. Not-sterilized male, they like to do it.

Filemon:
We took him home after Nikan disappeared, he was one of black-white kittens that my aunts cat in the country gave birth do.
He was a great one. Really smart. He could open any door, including fridge and he could use clock. At exactly 16:45 he was leaving the home everyday (by opening the front door for himself), walking to the train station and returning with my mom which was going back from work using the train.
He escaped in a spring when he was 2 years old (non-sterilized male) but he returned for winter. He disappeared for good the next spring though.

Rose and Narcis:
Sibling kittens my mom brought home after Filemon left for the 2nd time.
I found Narcis dead after a few weeks, he was outside during a heavy storm and got stuck in high grass.
Rose was with us for a while, but for some reason I don't remember her well.

Lawinia:
After a few years without any cat at home we decided to take one home. My aunts cat gave birth to some kittens and one white-black kitten was still ownerless so we decided to take it.
But when we came there the cat was nowhere to be found. Then aunt reminded herself that her female cat was meowing a lot around the well this morning. My dad went there. And he found the kitten dead in the well, it drowned.
We prepared everything for the cat but the cat ended up dead and we were going home without it. I couldn't deal with the change of plan.
Then the aunt told us to wait and she left. She returned a few minutes later, holding a black-white kitten. Apparently a feral female cat gave birth in her barn too and she manged to catch one of the kittens. So we took it home instead of the black-white kitten we were supposed to.
It was scared and escaping from us a first but eventually she got used to us.
She is with us till today (almost 10 years already), sterilized.

Inka:
Lawinia's daughter. She was one of the only 2 of Lawinia kittens, before Lawinia got sterilized.
She was born when I was returning home from a 2 weeks trip to Germany. I remember I got the message when we were leaving. I said to the German exchange student "My cat born kittens!" but she couldn't understand (my English was not too good back then).
There were 2 female kittens, black-orange Inka and ... I forgot name of the tabby one.
Tabby got adopted by my cousin and disapeared a few months after, probably killed by a dog.
Inka stayed with us and lived for 7 years. Then she got FIV and died. I miss her. She was the best cat I ever had.

Filipek:
He was a Norway Forest cat born by my parent friends female cat. I first met him when his eyes were newly open. My parents friend was telling me to leave him alone because he is too small but I didn't listen. I was manipulating my fingers and the little thing was trying to hunt them. He was playing. He was still a real klutz but I could clearly see he is interested in my moving fingers and trying to poke them as far as the baby body allowed him to.
We took him home when he was 2 months old but we were forced to return him the next day because his mom got depressed and the kitten was still too young to be separated. He stayed with us for good when he was 3 months old.
He disappeared when he was almost a year old. We suppose someone stole him because he was trusting, looked purebred and was sterilized so couldn't go after a female cat like the cats before.

Gala:
I found her when I was looking for Filipek. She was one of the kittens in local animal shelter. Once I seen her I instantly fallen in love. http://otozanimalsoswiecim.pl/znalazly-dom/16313/ We adopted her. She is with us till now, yesterday she got sterilized. I hope she is going to stay with us for a long time.

Love this question.

I walked down the street, minding my own business. and then i met this guy i know because i pet his dog, and he told me there's a kitten under a bush and she's screaming, and possibly sick. so i went and picked her up. five weeks old, and already fought like a tiger. i asked in stores if they can give me a box, but they threatened to call the police if i bring the kitten in the store, and then two nice young men working outside a grocery store gave me an empty cardbord box that later became Hazelnut's bed, and i asked if they need the box, and they said yes, but you can have it anyway, and cleared the vegetables from the box for me.

she was sick with feline herpes and would probably go blind if the vet didnt save her with those eye drops, and now she's healthy and chubby and hyper.

I met her when I went to my girlfriend's place for the 1st time.

My cat used to roam around my neighborhood, going from house to house in search of food. It was a nasty cat who used to hiss and growl at everything, and yet it would try to play cute and roll around on its back as if expecting you to pet it, only to bite and claw you when you touched him. I dubbed him "Bundy", since that was Ted Bundy's M.O. (appearing helpless to lure victims into a false sense of security).

One day I fed him some cheese and he moved in. There wasn't even a grace period, he just immediately walked into my house and decided to keep coming back every day. That was about 3-4 years ago, now he pretty much spends all of his time in our house and sleeps on our beds. Never underestimate the emotional bond that cheese can bring.

We were looking for a place to live, and at one of the places we were checking out there was a cat that had been obviously abandoned. He was scrawny and hungry, so we took him home. My husband, we thought, was allergic to cats, but it turns out he was OK. That's coming up on 11 years ago.

Our other cat always ran away from our neighbors and came to our house (our neighbors were allergic to cats and kep the cat outdoors to catch mice.) Christmas Eve 2004, he was outside our door crying at midnight. It was 0 degrees outside, with a foot of snow on the ground. We decided then that our neighbors didn't deserve to have a cat. We never said anything to the neighbors and when we moved out of state, we took the cat with us.

It was years ago. I was suicidal, alone and in despair. This raggedy old orange cat turned up one night, came inside, sat on my knee, looked at my stricken face, stroked the tears gently from my cheeks with his paw, lay down beside me, cuddled up and slept with me. We were together until the day he died, 7 years later, last year. He was the best cat I have ever had the privilege of knowing, and I will miss him til the day I die. Can't wait to see him at the rainbow bridge, think of him every day.

I can't remember if I saw my kitty katz online first or if I saw her at the RSPCA shelter in person first. Anyway, when I first met her at the shelter in Nov 2011 she was rather shy and hesitant whereas the other cats were the usual boisterous kitten types. Her personality appealed to me because it reminded me of me. I didn't care really that she was just an ordinary looking black and white moggie. She ended up in the shelter with kittens. Her babies got adopted out and she was left behind with nobody wanting her (until I came that is). It only took me about two visits for her to warm up to me so I adopted her the next weekend. She's turned out to be a good cat, I really love her. Getting an adult cat from a shelter was an excellent choice.

My second cat I got via the guy that is my boss at the other office I work at. He knew of some abandoned cats and kittens in the village he lived in and he told me about the lady who was visiting the house they were left at to feed them daily. I dunno what was really happening; apparently the family that owned them all were animal hoarders and the mother met someone online or something and ran off with her younger kids, leaving her teenage son behind to look after about 10 (undesexed!) cats, 2 dogs and countless chickens. He eventually got overwhelmed with it all and ran off too, leaving all the animals. So anyway I'd been considering getting a second kitty for a while and impulsively jumped on the chance to rescue one of these kittens with the help of the lady that was feeding them. I did the opposite this time when choosing a cat and got the one that seemed the most confident and people friendly; he quite literally walked into the cat crate lol. Unfortunately destiny wasn't really smiling on me and he... hasn't turned out to be the most ideal cat . I'm thinking of giving him away to someone who can keep him exclusively outside, maybe he can be a farm cat or something.

Well, I met my cat in an animal shelter. She was one of two sisters (her sister was adopted first, by someone else). It took a while to get used to her (I was mourning the loss of another cat at the time), but her sweetness and her sense of humor won me over. Almost 12 years later, she is still around, acting like she is queen of the house.

I'm not a cat lover by any means, but we have two. I prefer dogs - big dogs, can't stand small dogs either. However here are the cat stories.

Orange cat - My youngest daughter's friend's cat had kittens and she wanted one. This one that used to hang around here and was an outside cat got hit by a car and she was sad over it so I let her have a kitten. I almost gave it away cause it was peeing on everything and pooping everywhere. I had a thread about that, some people got mad. Anyway, she doesn't do that anymore and she's an indoor/outdoor cat now. She's still fairly small and is a few years old.

Grey cat - This is the cat I got when my mother died. It was her cat. Mean as hell too. She's declawed, which my mother had to have done to keep her because she would claw people and plus, the apartments said she had to do it. It's fine, she's never been outside. Anyway, my mother got the cat a few months after her little dog that she had for over 10 years died. Thats how I met her. Then when my mother died, we brought her cat here She does fine with the dogs and the other cat.

We have a new dog. A full blood Husky that used to be a show dog. He was a stray. We found out about his past because he's got a chip and the people on the chip are in Tennessee and had given him away. We aren't showing him, he's just a pet now. We did get him a harness and he likes to pull things and he also prances when you take him for a walk. My other two are husky-wolf hybrids. They all get along just fine now.

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the last cat I was stuck with, my next door neighbor palmed off onto me, saying words in effect that if you don't take this cat it is going to the pound to be gassed to death. what a choice. so I took it, and wheezed and coughed until my sister took it off my hands a year later.

That neighbour took advantage of your warm heart AB!