by Candace Mollyhorn
(Canton, GA)
On the morning of Friday, June 5, 2009, I was leaving my neighborhood in my car at about 8:40am. I'd taken the day off of work and was going out to get some groceries. I saw a cat in front of the 2nd house to my left in the entrance into my neighborhood. He was walking out in the middle of the street and I thought to myself, "He's going to get hit by some stupid driver w/ their car!" So, I stopped and scooped him up and put him in my car. He sat down in the passenger seat of my car. I took him home and gave him some food. I already have one cat (Peter), who's an orange tabby w/ green eyes, male & he's a DSH cat. My husband and I adopted him on Dec. 17, 2005 from the Atlanta Pet Rescue. Anyway, I didn't know what to do w/ this new cat. I left him in my garage w/ the door cracked open and drove up to Publix near my house and got him a litter box and bed to sleep in of his own. (I left him in the garage b/c I was unsure he might have fleas and I didn't want them getting into my house if they were on the new cat). So, I got home and put the litter box and bed in my garage. I gave 'the new cat' some more food and a water bowl. He became quite comfortable in my home...This cat was also an orange tabby w/ green eyes, a male but he's a DMH cat. He's got longer hair than my Peter. I quickly named the new cat, Corbin. I took him to the vet later on that day and found out he didn't have fleas so I let him into my house. I now have 2 orange tabbies, Peter (who's 4) and Corbin, who the vet told me was about 7 yrs old. I love both of my cats (Peter Christian Mollyhorn and Corbin Dillon Mollyhorn) very much. I call them 'the boys'.