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Early in the morning one July 4, my daughter and I went out to get the mail. Normally, we drove to the mailbox at the front of our mobile home park, but I felt like walking. On the way, I tripped over something small and dark. I thought it was a rat at first, but then we saw a tiny black kitten near the bushes.

"We can't keep her," I told my daughter. We already had two nine year old cats. We didn't need a kitten!

"But there are dogs loose out here, and it's been raining and she's shivering," my daughter said.

So we took her with us to get the mail, and then home. By the time we walked in the door, we were in love. We fed her - she was starved and ate an entire Fancy Feast can. We named her Mizfit Grace, after WWE's the Miz and my daughter's favorite band, Three Days Grace.

In October of that year, my best friend of 30 years died. I was so lost and depressed. The thought of my tiny Mizfit needing me got me out of bed every day. I knew that if I didn't take care of her, she'd end up in the shelter and she would die, because she hated being handled and she had black fur.

Four years later, she is a lovely smoke coat who shares my son's room and is the queen of her domain. She's much friendlier now that we let her dictate her interactions with us. We joke that she is a little angel that came to us in a time of need and has been a great comfort ever since.

Story submitted by April from Fort Worth, Texas.

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