Taylor was found as a tiny kitten in Sewanee, Tennessee, in an abandoned building next to a weird little gift shop “Taylors.” We couldn’t have Taylor in our room, but we were told that we could keep her in a large borrowed crate on the back patio until we went home. With only 36 hours left, I let her hang out with us by zipping her into my hoody. The morning that we left, someone had “visited” Taylor and left her bowls of milk, which made a mess of the crate but also meant that she was gassy the entire drive home. To this day, Taylor tries to climb into my hoodies and is extremely affectionate.

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