This is my cat, Doyle.  Also known as my baby.  I named him Doyle because it means "Dark Stranger"

     He's black and brown on top, and he was a stranger to us.  :)  He's SNOW white on bottom.

          He's also a munchkin.  :)  No neck, SHORT legs, short torso in length.  He's just short everything.  :)

Doyle ran loose around our neighborhood for three weeks before the coldest night of the year hit us.  We were freezing inside of seconds.  A friend that had stayed with us for a few months in between moves was moving that night, and we were helping her.  I went outside, and Doyle came running and crying towards me from the other end of the street.  I could barely see him at first, but he kept crying and running until he got to my feet.  We helped my friend move, and he stayed with us the whole time.  We noticed that the people that lived behind us were having a lot of sparks flying out of their chimney, so we walked over through the snow to tell them.  Doyle followed us all the way there and back.  We just couldn't leave him outside.  It was too cold, and we were fully bundled and still frozen.  When we went to go inside, my friend that was moving, her cat, and my roommates cat were hissing and howling at the door when they saw Doyle on the other side.  Doyle was still trying to get in.  That settled is for us.  He was desperate to get in.  We filled a cereal bowl full of food, never guessing at how hungry he'd really be.  We hoped it would last til the next day.  Boy were we mistaken.  Her literally inhaled it in less than two minutes.  He didn't chew, and still doesn't to this day.  The next morning we gave him another bowl, still not clueing in.  We figured it would last the day, once again he ate it all in two minutes.  So from there on in, we only gave him a bit at a time.  He was chunky, even when he was starving to death, the poor thing. 

Before Doyle came to me, I wanted a cat so bad for so long.  My roommates always said no.  Even after they had got their own, they still said I couldn't.  It was hard, but I believe it was for the best.  When Doyle came to us, I phoned the SPCA and asked if I should bring him in.  They asked me if I would look after him for the five day waiting period they had.  I said I would, and they asked me if I would like to keep him if he had no owners.  I said I would, but that I would have to talk it over with my roommates.  I asked if I had to take Doyle in, and then we decided to keep him at the end of the five days, if I could go back and get him.  They said they couldn't promise that.  I learned later that they were so over stocked with cats, that sadly they had to put them down.  We ourselves suspected this, and so my roommates all agreed that we couldn't have him put down.  He was too cute and too passive and friendly.  He was the perfect cat, and we couldn't have him put down.

It's late as I write this, so I'll put more in later.  :)