A little over a year ago I was working part time at a Ross. I was outside on a 15 minute break in the middle of summer, heat beaming down. I heard the tiniest of crys and when I went hunting to find where it came from it lead me to my Boogie. I happened to be on the phone with my husband and I shit you not I told him he needed to get in the truck and come get him right now! He did and it was crazy trying to catch his cute little but as he ran inside Big Lots of all places. I snatched a towel off a shelf and gave it to my husband so he could grab his little butt up without much damage. I did of coarse pay for the towel and thankfully I didn't loose my job at that point because I definitely was past my 15 minutes. There are moments since then that I look at him and just know, he was sent to me. I needed him and didn't even know it. I used to hate cats and now my best friend is one.
