Alrighty, I'll post mine I suppose!
The night I brought Trina home was exciting; we'd found a breeder who we'd initially thought was respectable. Her website was nice enough, she didn't sound too crazy on the phone, and there was talk of papers from TICA. So we drove twenty miles down south to meet her!
But when we saw her(smelled her first, actually) and realized we'd be looking at kittens out of her car, we realized that this was more like shady business than anything else. Either way, we'd driven so far down, my father and I decided to have a looksie anyway.
The crazy cat lady brought three cats; two beautifully striped sisters named "Fah Tso" and "Fah Twan"(say it out loud and you'll see why I was appalled) and a third kitten, a creme point, who was so insignificant to the Crazy Cat Lady that she didn't even have a name. The two sisters sat mutely, without a glance toward anything even when I jiggled a jangling toy above their head; the tiny white kitty, however, was always at attention, her eyes full of life and curiosity.
She was a timid little thing, scared and crying, but at least she responded to her surroundings. She was a mere slip of a cat compared to the beauteous sisters, pale and blonde and terrified.
After looking at the lady and the conditions in which these kittens had been brought, I couldn't just leave the unnamed kitten with her; what would happen to her? So we took a chance with her and took her home.
The first night, she was terrified, but not so scared that I couldn't love her until she was purring and playing. We played a game of Hide and Seek, where I'd leave the room, come back five minutes later and find where she'd hidden, then love her and play with her until she was content once more! After an hour or two of this, she stopped hiding, instead greeted me at the door, and was the most snuggly, affectionate cat ever after.
One month later, trouble was brewing. Her stomach had swollen to astronomical proportions, and I was terrified that my sweet 6 month old kitten had some sort of protozoa or worm infection, despite having her checked out the month prior. Naturally, we rushed her to the vet.
She wasn't six months old; she was eleven months, and she was pregnant. Boy, did we have a few questions for the Crazy Cat Lady.
Fast forward two weeks(three days before her first birthday) and she'd given birth to five beautiful kittens, two boys and three girls. They grew up so fast! Despite how young Trina was, nearly a kitten herself, she loved them and mothered them amazingly well. I remember the day they learned to walk, then the day they learned to run, how they'd come when I'd call (especially her sweet little boy, Indy), the way they'd pile in a heap on top of me only to be joined by their mother; their first sip of water(and how they sneezed since they didn't know not to inhale); their first bite of food.
Then the day came when I had to say goodbye; First to Rusty(a boy), to a family with a little girl who positively ADORED kitties--he was her first. Second, Jackie, a girl, to a family of five who needed a companion for their 6 month old kitten. Third, Abby, to a mother who'd recently watched her last child leave the "nest". Fourth, Cordi, to a newly wed couple. And lastly, my little Indiana Jones, who I cried over for a week after and who still brings tears to my eyes when I think of him, to an woman who'd just retired and needed a companion to keep her company. I knew all of them had gone to good, wonderful people who could afford the best of care, who would spay/neuter them, and who would cherish my Trina's darlings more than anyone else.
Afterwards, I did a little more research on the Crazy Cat Lady; many of her cats are practically feral, and she has to catch the "feral" boys, and then takes them to a shelter; most are so ill-socialized that they are not adoptable, and thus are immediately euthanized. The girls, especially beauties like Jackie, would be used to breed litter after litter until they couldn't any longer; she was a backyard breeder.
Trina has since been spayed and is now a happy, well-adjusted sweetheart cuddle-kins.
By taking a chance on the timid little white kitten, I saved her life, as well as the lives of Jackie, Rusty, Abby, Cordi, and Indy, and the hundreds of offspring that would have undoubtedly been produced, and then meaninglessly destroyed.
Fate can be tricky sometimes; it gave me to her, and her and her children to me. I will always be thankful.