My boyfriend worked in the cooler section of a warehouse two winters ago. One night he saw a kitten run off a truck. Now, we live in Wisconsin, and had just had a huge snow storm. That poor kitty must have been frozen! Not to mention warehouses are dangerous places with all the machines running around there. My boyfriend spent about three days looking for the little guy. Finally one night, he heard a tiny meow coming from under some pallets. A couple of his friends helped him corner, and eventually catch, him. He brought him home in a box, and we warmed him up and gave him lots of food. He was only about two months old!!! It's a miracle he survived. We named him Skids... it's another name for the pallets he was hiding in.
This was the first cat I ever had any real experience with. I always had a dog growing up, and so did all my friends. But I just fell in love with Skids, and can't imagine my life without him!
"Thousands of years ago, cats were worshiped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this." - Anonymous