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Three generations of women were living together in one house: my mother, my daughter and myself. We had a cat named Henry, who my brother had adopted and named after our maternal grandfather. He became ours when my brother relocated.
Henry got very ill and had to be put down. We were very sad and went for a long time without a feline companion. When my daughter decided that all she wanted for Christmas was another cat, we went to our local shelter.
Henry was a handsome gray and white male cat, and we had decided we would look for a Calico or orange tabby so this cat would be different. We looked at the older cats and not one was our cat. There were many cages of kittens, so I went over and looked at the orange cat in the front when suddenly a paw smacked my arm and a big meow came from the cage in back of me.
I turned around and there was a black male kitten. He looked me in the eyes and just meowed. My daughter came over to see him and he playfully meowed at her. When we walked away, a man came over to see him and he turned his back on this man and ignored him. When my mom visited him, he engaged with her also.
The shelter had named him Charlie. We knew he had picked us to be his forever family. You see, my grandfather Henry had a brother named Charlie. Charlie always lived with Henry and my grandmother. We were meant to be a family.
Story submitted by Kellie Baker from Weehawken, New Jersey.
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