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Three days after Hurricane Wilma, I was sitting on my deck speaking with my insurance company. I looked toward my back fence, and there sat a tiny, dirty, wet baby kitty. After I finished the call, I went inside to get some roasted chicken and water for her.

I slowly approached her and sat the bowls about three feet from her. She instantly went to the bowls and ate it all, so I refilled them. This time, I walked right up to her and put the bowl down. She ate it all again, seemed to smile up at me, and then went on her way.

I thought I'd never see her again, but the next morning, she was in the same spot. I got some chicken and water for her, and again she ate it all. She let me pet her, and I told her if she was here tomorrow, I'd have real kitty food for her.

The next morning, she was at the door waiting. When I opened the door, she walked in, sat down, and patiently waited for her breakfast. Within days, she was coming and going in the house and I was calling her Wilma Kitty.

Two weeks later, she was sitting at the door with a gift - another kitty! This kitty was more timid and much skinnier than Wilma but followed Wilma's every move. I named her Betty Boop. In no time, both kitties had moved in.

A trip to the vet was in order. Both were healthy and about three months old and were probably sisters.

Three years and another storm later, a hurt, sick Siamese kitty was found in my office building. After a stay at the vet's, he came home with me, much to the dismay of the girls. They eventually worked out their differences, even though he still drives the girls crazy.

The wonderful journey with my hurricane kitties continues today. The hurricane kitties rule my home and heart!

Story submitted by Debbie from Key West, Florida.

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