She’s almost eight now and when I got her she was the size of a teacup. Some think she’s a Norwegian Forest Cat mix, a tiny little version. I immediately whisked her away and took her home and bought everything I needed to have a kitten (a bed, litter box, etc.) and my life was changed forever. And I was like, “Alright, somebody give me this, whatever this is, because I need to hold it immediately.” Then I held her and she fell asleep in my arms. She was in a ball, the only brown one, in the back of a cage being very antisocial. I didn’t even see Millie at first because her sisters were both orange and very fluffy and very outgoing, and they were also both already adopted. I asked what the backstory was, and apparently an old lady opened her garage one morning and just saw three kittens in there - the cutest possible little creatures. One day I went in there for something, probably for my dad’s dog, and they had three little kittens. I don’t know how to describe it and it’s no longer there, but they had a section where if people found animals they could bring them in and they would have them available for adoption. Oh my god, well, I was at a store - not really a store, more like an organic, kind of crunchy health pet place. Courtesy of Kat Dennings How did Millie first come into your life?
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