My cat kind of did the same thing. His previous owners gave him the boot instead of fixing him. So one night, years ago, my mother was outside on the phone smoking and there was Brady, walking down the street meowing as loudly as he could. Like the most obnoxious one he could muster. He saw my mother and went running to her, meowing quietly and as pitiful as he could. Of course, my mother picked him up and cuddled him and he just sat there purring and rubbing all over her. He was incredibly clean, well fed, and friendly for a stray too, so he probably wasn't gone for too long. Of course, me being 14 at the time went out to see what was for supper and to my surprise, my mother is holding the cutest, happiest looking kitty I've ever seen.

After some begging, she let me keep him. We put up flyers, but no one claimed him. Seven years later, he's still the best cat I've ever had.

Brady