(Note: I didn't write the story. I can't even remember the author or the title. So if it sounds genetically less than feasible, blame the currently anonymous author.)
There was a couple who kept a cattery. In one carefully planned and highly anticipated litter, there was an unusual kitten. Being true ailurophiles, they decided to give this kitten to the perfect person.
Eventually, all of the kittens were claimed...except that one. Many people asked about her. But the cattery keepers wouldn't let her go.
Finally, three months after the kitten was born, a man called from across the country. He told the breeders that he needed that kitten, and that he was willing to start driving that very minute to pick her up.
A few days later, he showed up on their doorstep, clearly exhausted. He asked to see the kitten. She was a perfect little platinum Burmese...except for the fact that she was polydactyl.
The man held up his hands and showed the cattery keepers two matching scars. "That's where my sixth fingers were removed," he told them.
The kitten accompanied him on his trip home.
(On an off note, does anyone know the title and/or the author's name?)