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Originally Posted by sugarpop
I rescued him. Found him living under a shed next to a convenience store. He was soooo tiny. I started feeding him every day. He was very friendly right from the beginning. There was another one I was going to rescue as well, but she wouldn't come close enough for me to pick up so I was waiting on a cat trap so I could trap them. Then she disappeared, so I just grabbed Rascal and took him home with me. He was a real sweetheart. and he was soooo cute. He loved chasing moths, even though he never caught them. (he was kinda clutzy. Rufus is the hunter. He even brought a live snake into the house once, three times his size.) Rascal was only 3. I think he was hit by a car. I still get very sad sometimes when I think about him. I'll put some more pictures up of him later. I wish I could find another one with a similar personality. He kept me in stitches, he was so funny.
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Our Skeeter did the same thing. We rescued him from a mom who had one eye and had a habit of eating her young because she couldn't provide. We saved two, Skeeter, and Smokey. Wonderful kittens and cats. We have fond memories of them. Nice you were able to enjoy Rascal.
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