What a strange name you might think. He goes by "Vincent" after the famous painter Vincent VanGogh. I'm sure you can guess why. If not I'll give you a hint: That's not a photoshop mistake in that picture.
Well where does Valentine come in?
Also self-explanitory <3
(also to play on the name Vincent Valentine, a well-known character from the Final Fantasy video games)
Wait a minute!!! How did he lose his ear!?
Now that's what I like to hear. It's a cute story and a short(er) version which I'll share with you here.
First off. A little over a year ago, I moved from my home state of California to upstate New York. I legitimately live in the Adirondacks, the border between US and Canada in NY. NOT THE FAMOUS CITY KNOWN AS NEW YORK CITY. (Really you'd be surprised how much I have to clarify that.)
At first I had nothing, no furniture or anything. Just me, my boyfriend, and my scorpion (wait what? yeah that's another story)
I eventually got a job at a local Buffalo Wild Wings right before winter. As winter set in I realized that real winters aren't for me hahaha. I'm from California where -30*F and 2 feet of snow isn't a regular thing. Anyway in January right before my birthday, I was getting out of work late at night and I was struggling pretty bad on food so I was gearing up to walk over to Wal-Mart in the freakin' horrible weather to buy something for dinner. I decide to walk to the side of the building and before I cross and I noticed a little tiny kitty leaning against the building where I work trying to warm up. Tears immediately swelled in my eyes and my heart sank, I thought for a moment that there was no way a cat could live in this weather. when I walked over to him, he was scared but couldn't move much at all. I was so scared that he was hurt that I wrapped him in my only coat and took a cab home immediately.
His ear was curled over all dead from frost-bite and eventually fell off. His other ear has blotches of dead flesh on it but it isn't as damaged. I believe that he must have been dropped off by some sicko who didn't want him anymore because no cat could survive more than a day out there (a week would be a goddamn miracle) and he was about 5 months old at the time.
I am grateful he found me because he is the sweetest cat and I love him and it didn't feel like home without a cat to love.
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Or not! Either way! 
