Spyder T. Pussycat, 1996.11.??-2011.05.04
On a cold, snowy December evening in 1996, my parents and sister and I were about to head out to do some shopping. When I opened the main door, which swung inward, I thought I might have seen something next to the screen door, but I didn’t think much of it. When I tried to swing that door outward, though, I realized I’d hit something, namely a tiny month-old kitten who was huddled next to the door, shivering her little tail off. We brought the…