This is Doodle. I do not kow exactly when he was born but my family and I believe it was in 1997. One day while my mom was at work, and old lady came into the store with a box. In the box there were 4 kittens. She said that while she was walking to her car, she saw a box by another cars' tire. The lady then brought the box inside and told my mom and her co-workers about the kittens. My mom and 4 other workers decided to each take one home. It's sad that someone abandoned 4 small kittens who probably were only a couple months old, but at least they left them is a public place where they knew someone would find them easily instead of leaving them in some field or dumpster, etc. We had Doodle for about 5 years until we had to sadly put him to sleep. It was extremely hard to do this, but during about the last few months of his life, we noticed he was sick. He wouldn't eat, drink, or even get up and walk. We tried to feed him wet food and water/warm milk through an oral syringe but he just kept spitting it out. Finally, it got to the point where we didn't want him to suffer anymore, it wasn't fair to him. He was one of the sweetest and silliest cats ever. He was playful and had lots of energy. He liked to sleep in boxes and my little brothers' stroller. His signature thing was, whenever he would get real hyper, he would blow air through his nose. He also loved playing with his older sister Peaches, who we also lost. Doodle, you wil lalways be in out hearts forever. You were a great cat!