(Tanker George)
(George is orange-and-white. Ashley is the tortoiseshell.)
That's how I jokingly describe the way George came into our lives.� We had decided that our tortoiseshell cat, Ashley, needed a feline companion.� Since all 3 of us (Mom, Dad, and teenage son) were gone at work or school for most of the day, she was spending her days alone.� For most of her first year with us, Mom had not been working outside of the house, and Ashley clearly missed her daytime company.� So we told a friend, who worked with Silver Lake Animal Rescue League, to let us know when she had any kittens needing homes.
Soon after, late on a Sunday night, we got a call asking us to come over and see the litter of 4 kittens that the neighbor's dog had just found in a cardboard box in the garbage dumpster behind the local middle school.� When we arrived, we found 4 hungry, dirty, exhausted kittens.� They were covered with grease ... and fleas!�� Our friend's 12-year-old son had rescued one of them from the tree it had climbed up into.� Two of the kittens were black, one was black and white, and the fourth, one of the 2 males, was an orange-and-white tabby.
Our first sight of George was as a lump of soaking wet orange-and-white fur, held over the toilet bowl, having the fleas combed off of him after he'd had the grease washed out of his fur in the bathroom sink.� After he was clean, he was given a spoonful of canned kitten food, which he ate ravenously, although he did keep falling asleep between bites.
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