Tim's sister lives on a dairy farm in upstate New York, a place someone believed was a good location to drop off a pregnant cat. The kittens came soon after and our nephew nominated himself the be the stand-in cat mom. When one of the kittens, Nickel, met an accidentally tragic end, Zach asked if "his" kitty could go live with Grandma to stay safe. So Butterscotch was a birthday gift to Tim's stepmom.

It's a good thing that I'm allergic, otherwise I think we would have ended up with a kitten too. This little guy was intoxicatingly adorable.

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