A science teacher who works with my sister found Moshe when she was walking to work one morning. Tiny, just four weeks old & very scared, he was sitting in the middle of a busy roundabout; we assume he had been dumped there. My sister knew we were looking for another cat, so she brought him home to us. It was love at first sight for Moshe & my husband, and our naughty little cat has dominated our house ever since. We named him Moshe - after Moshe Dyan - because we figured he was a survivor & we wanted him to always be strong & tough like his namesake.

Miriam Bell
Auckland, New Zealand