For days, this little orange cat hung around in our little apartment parking lot. He was pretty skiddish, and since I don't care for cats, I didn't pay too much attention to him ...
KC (who surprisingly had MORE of a heart than I did in this particular situation) began petting it everyday when he got home. Pretty soon the little stinker would greet us in the alley whenever we arrived home. He had adopted us. I may not like cats, but between the weather getting colder, his mangy hair, skinny tummy, and cries at our door, my heart broke and we left him some Salmon one night. That led to us opening the door and letting him snoop around ... which led to us brushing him ... feeding him ... and getting a litter box ... getting him fixed and shots ($$) ... and now, we have a cat!
He really is a sweet heart - I love him.
I mean, I still don't love cats ... I just love Dudley. Studly Dudley.