This is Brownie, a cat we had when my daughters were still at home. She came to our house and wouldn't leave. I checked the paper for missing cats. I ask all the neighbors. It was just like she fell from the sky to tromp on our hearts. She married our male cat Cocoa and they produced two litters of three a year. When they were old enough I sold the kittens for $15.00 a piece. I guess you could say they were working for food. She ended up being my favorite cat. Every cat we've had was my favorite cat. Now we have Susie, spoiled as a piece of rotten fish but somewhere in the last year I had decided when Susie is no longer with us I won't have anymore pets. It would take a load off an old lady. No rushing to Wal*Mart for dry cat food or soft food for that bedtime treat she gets. No changing the smelly litter box in the garage. No trying to figure out what she is wanting when she slaps my ankles. Let her out, let her in, spend quality time with her on the front porch. Check for fleas in the summer, brush her fur 'cause she likes it. Thats what I said no more cats after Susie. Then why is this cat we named Lucky looking in our storm door? Why did we give a cat we don't own a name? Why is John telling me this cat is hungry? First I was only going to give her one small cup of food a day since she really belongs to the neighbors. Now its up to two cups. She looks to be with kitten. She used to have her litter under my storage building but would take them home to the neighbors when they were old enough to wean then she would come sleep on my chair where it was peaceful. Now that she knows which door to look in what if she doesn't take the new litter home? Do you think my neighbor would notice if I had her spayed?