It was a hot summer day in August, 3 years ago. I was near my bathroom window and I happened to look outside, where I saw a small skin-and-bones tabby walking near the woods.Right then, I grabbed a bowl of cat food and water and I bolted outside so that I wouldn't miss her. As I approached the woods, I bent down with the food and water to see where she was hiding and found her crouched in terror under a small bush, just staring at me with her big green eyes. She looked to be about 2-3 years old and previously owned by someone as her coat was beautiful and clean. I decided to try coaxing her out with the food. It was a good hour before I could get her completely out and to my porch where she could eat, but it was well worth it. As she was eating, I noticed that she was spayed too! This cat was either abused and abandoned (she is extremely scared of brooms and loud noises) or she became lost from her original home. Either way, I decided that I would keep her if she decided to stick around; she did, and I named her Pumpkin (ironically, I found her in a state of starvation and now, she's around 15 pounds!) She is an amazing cat that is loved by everyone who meets her. She waits for me religiously everyday on my porch when I get home and trusts me completely.