
Hi everyone! I am finally here to tell the story of little Diesel. Aptly named, this little sweetie came from a mechanic's yard that I visited almost every day for an entire week after getting an old '85 Toyota pickup with 344000 miles on it that did not purr like that little kitten did. The first time I saw him he came running to greet me, purring up a storm. Then everytime I visited he would be sitting on my truck, or in my truck, and if he wasn't right there he would always come when I called him. One day the mechanic told me that I could have him, that he got him to catch the rats and he didn't think he would be much use as he was a male and males don't catch rats (I don't know where he got that from but that was ok as at least I got to get a cute little cat out of it). He was dirty and covered in diesel, and I said "I'm going to name him Diesel!" And I did. And boy can that little cat eat. We actually think he may have an eating disorder. He eats and eats, until he is so full he feels like a little football, and then he eats some more. But he is a real sweetie and we have become quite attached to the little guy. But we can't let him stay outside at night because.......(spoiler for next post!).............
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