Well, the tech dunce Food Lady found this picture of me when I first came to live with her, the Food Dude and Ryan who found me. Can you tell which kitten is me? This is way back in 1992! The Food Lady can't figure out how to biggify the picture so you can see me in all of my adorable kitty glory. I'm in there. So is my sister August, who lives two doors away. My feral mama kitty is in there, and so is my brother Psycho. One littermate is missing - Harley. He must have been around somewhere else in the yard. We are sitting on the back deck. We used to have contests to see which one of us could climb up the highest on the screen door. August usually won. I was the smallest kitten and that is why I came to live here. Mama kitty was very sick when she brought us to live in the back yard.
Here is a picture of Ryan Who Found Me. He was just 5 years old when he woke up one morning, looked outside and yelled, "Look at all the kitties!!" He is older now. He is sitting with his friend Savina. Savina loves cats too. Savina is visiting all the way from Bulgaria. She came to San Francisco just to visit me, but she seems to spend most of her time with Ryan. I don't know why!
My mama kitty picked a good place for me to live.