Brownie's Story
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I had a rough start. I was living in the hills in Portola Valley, and my owners moved away and left me behind. A kind neighbor started feeding me, but couldn't take me in. One day I injured my leg, and the neighbor didn't know what to do, and so they called Fat Cat Rescue. They got me to a special surgeon, who decided my leg couldn't be saved. And so I lost my leg.
Don't feel sorry for me. I've got it good -- 2 square meals a day, and plenty of feline friends. I really like kittens, and like to take care of them: I clean them and let them curl up with me. But what I really want is my own human to love. Won't you take me home?