I found her on Easter Sunday, April 4, 1999, when I picked up my sister-in-law's elderly mother at her house in Brockton, MA, to take her to Easter dinner. She was a half-grown grey tiger who had been hanging around Mary's house for about a week. We talked about how many people abandoned cats in that neighborhood and continued on to dinner. We are a family of cat-lovers so we discussed what to do about her during the meal, as Mary was not well enough to be able to take her in.
When Mary and I drove up, there she was again. She tried to follow Mary into the house; when I scooped her up she started purring. Of course, she ended up eating leftover Easter ham, then perched on my shoulder as I drove her to my vet in Weymouth who was open that night. $150 later she had a checkup, shots, and tested negative on an FELV/FIV combo test and I convinced my sister-in-law to keep her for a week while I prepared my single cat apartment to add a second cat.
Ten years and a few chewed-through telephone cords later, she is still purring and a bonded pair with Percy, my third cat, whose cage I just couldn't walk away from at the MSPCA. Her name--Bunny, of course. And, would you believe-- she loves lettuce!
Brockton, MA
