Up from a dumpster

When I was just a baby (only 3 weeks old), some degenerate sorry excuse for a human took me from my mother and THREW ME AWAY in a DUMPSTER. Good thing I had a loud voice - a good samaritan rescued me and took me to a vet's office where I was fed and then went home with my wonderful new mom, who bathed and bottle-fed me and took care of me until I could take care of myself.

My new mom gives me the best food and treats and makes sure I'm happy and healthy. I've got lots of other kitties to play with, and a sweet doggie - I think I've got it pretty good!

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