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One Sunday, my neighbors asked me to come over. When I got there, I saw two tiny kittens sitting on the kitchen counter. They were dirty and shaking with fright. I was told that they had been left on the steps of my neighbors' church in a filthy wet cardboard box with a note that said, "Feed us or drown us." I noticed one of the kittens had just a stump for a tail, and I was afraid that someone had chopped it off just for fun.

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Right then, that little guy jumped from the counter straight into my arms, and that was that. I'd been officially adopted. When I took him to the vet, I found out that Bob (that's what I named him) was about 4-weeks-old, weighed less than two pounds, and was probably a Japanese Bobtail, which meant that his tail, or lack thereof, was natural.

That was 3.5 years ago. Now Bob is a 16-pound grey and white gentle giant. He regularly chases his two canine brothers around the house like a madman, sleeps peacefully beside me on my bed every night, and head-bumps me at 3 a.m. every morning to be let out. I tell him multiple times every day that I don't know what I'd do without him, and I thank my neighbors, and God, for bringing Bob into my life!

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Story submitted by Julie C. from Orlando, Florida.

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