I found Minnie about 2 years ago,totally skinny,outside my work.Since I know her sister got almost killed
a week earlier and probably put to sleep by the pound,I told to myself.
If that cat is coming to me then I will take her home.If she is not coming,then it isn't supposed to be.
I sat myself on the grass and called the cat.It took a while,but finally she came.I took her home after that.She didn't
even panic when I took her in my car.She knew she will have a good life from now on.
Now,she is a sweet little devil with a angel face.
We don't need to call her skinny Minnie anymore.