Jeremy worked at Target as a uniformed guard or in Target speak, TPS. For a while the store smelled like cat urine, and random bags of food were found torn open. Upon further investigation, Jeremy spotted a cat in the back storage room, waltz over to the cat food, and rip the bag open. Once the bag was open, 4 or 5 more kittens came out of the shadows. Rewinding back, Jeremy was able to see that the cat had come in through the open garden center doors, weeks ago, and had given birth to her kittens in the back room. Animal control was called, and a humane trap was set. Friday, of Labor Day weekend, the trap wielded a kitten. Jeremy called animal control only to find out that they would be closed until Monday. With a heart as big as his, he couldn't just leave the kitten in the cage. Despite my best efforts, he brought her home. This matted, snarling beast with no tail. We named her Vespir Lynd, after Ian Flemming's leading lady in Casino Royale. Almost a year later, she is the best cat I've come across. She sleeps next to us in bed, and lets our son smack her around without hurting him. My little Target cat is now a part of the family.
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