My Coding Buddy
A little over three years ago, at my previous apartment, there was neighborhood cat that everyone fed. Each person had their own name for her, but my family and I called her Gato. Well, Gato was the definition of scraggly. She was tiny, had awful skin problems, and was missing chunks of hair, but everyone absolutely adored her. She was a street cat through and through and wouldn't let anyone convert her into a house cat, but we did our best to look after her. Within a year, she had given birth to two litters of kittens. After the second litter, I took her to get fixed and her shots. The first litter I hope was adopted throughout the neighborhood as the feral kittens all eventually disappeared. The second litter remained a mystery for a few weeks. While she was pregnant the second time, we often let her inside to look after her. My partner would rub her belly and feel the kittens kick. She even spent Christmas with us and slept under the tree. Then one day Gato poppe...