Anne once had a cat named Precious who was killed in the road in June 2001. So for Christmas, Julie and Rand picked out a lost kitten from the Humane Society to surprise Anne and named him Jingle (which had a Christmas-like sound to it). He had been found in a factory living off garbage, and he had the worst gas you ever smelled when we brought him home. Once his worm issues cleared up, he was fine.
So, as you can see, he has it pretty good at this "factory." I pamper him even more since his companion "Bear" died last September. They used to play together all the time. I keep him busy with a thin wire on a fishing pole and some occasional catnip.
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