ok ok ok 3 years ago i found a homless cat eating rotten garbage in my back yard. i named him homer and have been feeding him ever since. homer was miss treated by humans and wouldnt come near me. all i ever really got to see of him was his balls as he ran off from his ungrounded fear of me. he's pretty ugly but started grooming himself and moved out of the sewer which made for some improvement. he became happier too. when i moved house i couldnt stand the thought of him starving to death so i set a trap on sat night. the next day was the first time i saw him in daylight and he is BEAUT-IF-FUL! a russian blue burmese. my friends and i stood before the cage and made a positive ID based on his unique feet and neck. come sunday, homer escaped his room and got under my bed. my friends arrived to help fish him out. when i followed them into the homer's room i found him on my friends lap getting a pat. WAIT A MINUTE! no way! this cant be right. homer is borderline ferral. on closer inspection i notice homer doesnt have any balls and has a vadge instead. we got the wrong cat! we kidnapped somebody's cat and it doesnt have a tag or chip. i named her church after the cat in pet cemetary. i am certain i have been feeding church and homer for ages but didnt realize i was feeding 2 cats. now im REALLY screwed! i cant have 3 cats! homer in my bedroom, church in the spare room and tippy shaking in the kitchen cupoard? that's not right. my friends took church [my sister will keep her nxt week if we cant find owners] and i set a trap for the real homer last night. BY GOD HE'S UGLY! BUTT UGLY! anywho, i guess it worked out for the best. if church hadnt have been caught first i wouldnt av known she exists [i may have wondered what happened to homers feet]. any cat tales?