I recently rescued a little kitten who was living in a ground hog hole outside of where I work. She was either dumped off by some prick or her mother left her there and didn't come back. I was originally just trying to feed her so she wouldn't starve. Then it started getting cold and frosty outside and I thought that she wouldn't last the winter in a hole outside. So armed with a can of Starkist tuna I lured her out of her little underground tunnel. She was dug in like a little V.C. soldier, but I finally managed to grab her and pull her out. At first I was just going to give her away to somebody, because we had several customers and employees at work who saw her sitting up on the hill and offered to take her. Then I kind of bonded with the little jerk. Apparently I'm only cold and heartless to other human beings. Kittens are my kryptonite. now she's sitting under my computer desk gnawing on my foot.
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I considered several names for her, but settled on Charlie (As in Charlie Tuna, Starkist's mascot) . Other possible selections were Poop Machine, Burly-Girl, Rowdy, and C.H.U.D. She seemed to like Charlie the best. Although she does have an alter ego. When angered she turns into ***POWER CAT 5000*** and becomes an unstoppable three to five pound adorable engine of destruction!!!!! You wouldn't like her when she's angry.