rom humble beginnings. Despite being a racist bastard, Tony was pretty tolerant of my mom and her multiple litters. He fed us scraps and called me "Snowball" even though I am clearly a black and white kitty.Once I was old enough to venture off the roof, I met a venerable old cat named One-eye. As you can guess from his name, he only had one eye and he had a drooling problem. I started following him around and explored outside the parking lot of the restaurant. On the other side of the fence was the apartment building of Seth and Jenner. Seth and Jenner are "cat people," though they didn't have a cat of their own at this time. They would feed some of us feral cats from the hood.
One-eye and I really appreciated the cat food they would leave in the driveway for us. We started living in this little shed behind the building filled with wood scraps and other crap. Seth enjoyed feeding the cats around the way but none of the other cats would let Seth near them. But I'm a brave cat and he seemed like an nice guy.
One-eye had a good sense about Seth too and thought it would be a good idea for me to try to have a family. One-eye wanted a better life for me then he had on the mean streets.Taking One-eye's advice I jumped into Seth's arms one day! He was very happy and I had a feeling that we would become friends. A couple of days later Seth opened the front door for me and encouraged me to go into his apartment. I was a little scared but I remembered One-eye's words. So I ran in door and up a flight of stairs and when I peeked around the corner I saw Jenner laying on the couch. After that they were my humans. For a while I would play outside during the day and I would see One-eye in drive way. But one day, One-eye was gone. I guess he felt like I was going to be taken care of and it was time for him to move on. I will always remember One-eye as the cat that got me adopted by a nice family.
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