I was left on the doorstop of a barely competent vets' office at a very tender age. The vet, thinking she might pawn me off on someone else a.s.a.p., "fixed" me right away. After a month passed and i had no takers, she declared to her staff that if one of them didn't take me I would be "put to sleep" the next day. Since noone else wanted me, and he needed a fresh victim, a terribly incompetent v.a. took me to his home and abused me for four months. At that point he grew tired of me (as i never ever came out of hiding) and asked a few people he knew if they wanted a cat. If not, he said, it would be the end of the road for me. Luckily, the abusive idiot knew a fellow by the name of Jacob who took me and said he'd find a good home for a tiny, scared, little kitten. He's a nice guy. He's so nice that when he couldn't place me in permanent home he didn't once consider killing me an option. Now I live with him, his pushover of a wife, two "siblings" and alllll the pillows I could ever want. Yeah, baby -- the pillows just keep comin'.
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