Today at work I had a serious case of the runs (TMI, sorry) so I dashed out
during a slow period to go to the local drug store.

When I walked in, I noticed a kitty under the garbage can by the entrance. I
reached down and stuck my hand in there to give him scritches, which he
eagerly accepted. Wary of my "condition", I left the cat to his own devices
and ran in for medication.

On my way out, I decided to further investigate the kitty situation, so I
plopped down on the sidewalk in front of him and tried to coax him out.
After much sweet talking and promises of not hurting him, he crawled out
from under and eagerly rubbed against my hand. I was worried he may have
been hit by a car or was a malnourished stray, but to my delight I found him
to be quite plump and quite sweet. Deciding that he had chosen the spot as a
nice snoozing place, I left him to his own devices and headed back to work.
He was a very pretty white cat with tortie like markings on his back. Very
sweet.

Mind you, I was totally ready to stuff him in my van if he had been injured
or malnourished! DH is very happy he was quite plump!

Stacey :)