My mom couldn't say no to me... Well, most of the time. lol She knew I loved animals. I use to bring home sick birds and nurse them back to health and release them back into the wild. I remember I brought home a crow I found on the ground. The poor thing broke its neck. I walked in the house and my mom started screaming. I said I wanted to help it and she explained I couldn't do anything for it and to put it back where I found it. I remember being sad. I put it back under the tree where I found it and never went back. I also brought home snakes, other birds, dogs, cats, turtles, and probably other ones I can't recall. I was never able to keep any. My mom explained they are wild and I had to release them so I did. My first cat, Taco, however, found me. He was maybe 6 or 7 months old crying on our porch. My mom let me feed him and a month later she finally said I could take him in and keep him. I loved him so much that when he passed away in 2007, I cried myself to sleep for 2 months. It was hard to get over him. Then one day after work, I got home and my brother had 3 baby kittens. I told my mom I would find them all homes. The last one's possible owners never showed up... And it was a good thing because the poor little guy couldn't eat solid food. So I told my mom I would bottle feed him for a month before we found him a home. The one day I had to work and she had to baby sit him, he was only 5 weeks old, well... She bottle fed him once and fell in love. He is now my chubby, almost 6 year old Twiggy.
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