Reminds me of how I got one of my cats many years ago. My parents bought a second hand sofa for the family room, the people they bought it from had a litter of kittens about 6 weeks old. When we got the sofa home (in the back of a pick-up truck) and put it in the family room, out pops this little grey tigery nose and whiskers all covered in dust. We called the people we got the sofa from, and then decided we had fallen in love with him and to keep him, we named him Dusty. That was 1978, he died in his sleep in 1991.
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