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  • It was almost midnight, I was walking with my boyfriend at the time and his dog. My shoes were soaked the whole way through, I just wanted to finish the walk and go home. We were halfway through our regular route when I heard loud cries that sounded like they were from a cat. I thought about ignoring the cries and continuing with our walk, but I wanted to help if I could. I got down on my knees and called 'Here kitty, come on'. I saw movement, and what looked like a rat, crawled out from the bushes and meowed at me. He was tiny, soaking wet, shivering cold and the cutest thing I had ever seen. I wrapped him in my scarf, tucked him in my jacket and carried him home. I scanned craigslist for lost cat postings, but there were none for my town. He was mine, and I was his. I named him Oliver, after Charles Dickens 'Oliver Twist'. I've been told that he was lucky to be found by me, but I think that I was lucky to be found by him.
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