Let's Begin

Well, I figured I would start out my first story on how I came upon having Biscuit...

On May 3, 2009, I came home from church and lunch with my dad and stepmom and my dog Boomer was going crazy in the back yard over something. Usually when he does that its over a squirrel or a plastic bag, but I went to investigate anyway. And there was this tiny little tan and white thing back there, scared to death and hissing up a storm. I had to catch him of course as he was kind of feral. I thought maybe he was trying to get some water as it was hot out there, but come to find out, he didnt even know how to drink out of a bowl. I had to teach him how to do that, and how to use a litter box.
I had now idea where he came from as all of the cats around here are bl/wh or gr/wh. But there he was. I looked for maybe some others in case a mother kitty had brought her litter or someone had dumped them, but it was only him. He was dirty in the nose and ears, but otherwise was quite clean.
Well with some work and time, he learned how to drink out of a bowl, learned the litter box and tamed down. He was only about 5 weeks old or so when I found him, too young to be away from his mom, so I decided to keep him until he was old enough for someone to care for him properly. Well the time came, and I had looked for him a home with no luck. Then one day I saw an ad on CraigsList for a family looking for an orange and white kitten or cat. I thought this is perfect timing. So I contacted them, talked to her for over an hour and really got a good vibe from them. I took Biscuit to them and at first he was scared but he soon relaxed and was playing, purring and giving kisses. So I was thinking this is going to work perfectly and he will have a great home.
Well, the next morning my phone rings and all I hear in the background is Biscuit howling. She tells me that he did it all night long, had peed on their daughter, pooped all over the house (which I didnt understand since he was litter box trained). And since they lived on a military base, they couldnt have complaints, which I completely understood.
So, I drove back out there and picked him up. When I got to their door, I could hear him through the door, just hollering up a storm. She opened the door and her husband was holding him, and he was hollering. He handed him to me, and he calmed down for a minute, then I noticed he was looking around for something and started hollering again. Then it hit me...he was looking for my cats. So I brought him home and all the way home, he hollered, but the minute I opened my front door and he heard Diamond meow, he never let out another peep and has been perfectly happy since.
So needless to say, he just wanted to come home. I never in my life heard of a cat not adjusting to a new home, especially a kitten, but he was determined to come home and he did. So here he is and here he will stay. He is getting neutered and all his shots on Aug. 3 to make it completely official. Here is a picture of him :)