Dear Chunky, During the summer of 2007 you came home with me. Then, I was working as an Animal Care Specialist at Louisville Metro Animal Services. One of my functions was to clean the cat rooms and feed the cats. There was a kitten room and a cat room. A Young Chunky! You were in the free roam kitten room. The only problem was, with each passing day you were looking less and less like a kitten! You were twice, or even 3 times the size of the kittens in that room, and had pretty much grown up in there. One day I told myself, 'if he's still here tomorrow, I'm adopting him.' I told myself that a few days in a row, and every day at the beginning of my shift, upon seeing you, I'd feel a mixture of pena for you and silliness for me and us (like I'd chuckle to myself 'ok, you're still here!'). I really didn't 'want' or plan to take a cat home at this time. Back then I was still marr...