Just before the hurricane hit, my boyfriend and I were checking on a colony of feral cats for a friend. There were no cats around, not in the shelters, nearby woods, all were gone, except for one, a tiny little kitten in one of the shelters all alone, soaking wet and crying. As I went to grab her she just clung onto me scared and shaking. We quickly got her home, warmed her up and fed her. I didnt think twice of trying to find her a home, she already did. She is still doing great, although tiny, she bosses her siblings around! She is beautiful and of course her name is Irene. She even got picked to be in The Humane Society of US calendar.