My sister had called me to come over because she had a cat problem. She heard this kitten yelling at the top of his lungs somewhere under her pickup. There were a couple of pit bulls circling her truck also interested in the yelling. I chased away the dogs and found him cowering on her spare tire. When I reached under to get him, my sister told me he will tear you up. I got to him and pulled out this little purring ball of black fur. I called all over trying to find a shelter to take him since I already had 6 cats at home. No luck. Went home, handed him to my husband while I called more shelters. When I came back into the living room, he was sound asleep in my husband's lap and my husband told me he is not going anywhere. He got his name because all the way home he was "mauw-mauw-mauw . I asked him if he like the name Maui and he mauwed even louder. He is now 18 pounds, a beautiful solid black kitty with golden eyes and oh so lovable, except at the vet. There he turns into the cat from hell. But home with us he is our sweet boy, safe inside with lots of love all the time. When the vet checked him out he told us he was about 4 months old and perfectly healthy. That was in 2006. He is now 9 years old and a solid member of our family. We are down to 4 cats but I never regret answering my sister's call for help with her "cat problem".

Jo Fanning
Red Oak, TX