I was working for an environmental clean-up company. We were working on a low income neighborhood in Dallas called Cadillac Heights. My job was to go door to door and explain to people that we were about to clean up the lead in their soil from the nearby smelter. In front of one of the houses, as we drove away, I saw 3 tiny kittens in the ditch. I asked my colleague to turn the truck around and I got a box and put them in it. I went to their door and told them I was going to take them and find them homes (did not ask as they clearly couldn't take care of them even if they wanted to). I asked if they knew where the mother was, and they didn't know. Later I would come back and get her also, so she could be spayed. But today, it was just those three tiny kittens... I held them in the box in my lap as we drove back to the office. One of them just would not stop screaming. While the others tried to snuggle up and sleep, this one just screamed and yelled. I decided he would be mine. I'm a sucker for a trouble-maker. At the office, his brother and sister were quickly adopted by very worthy colleagues of mine, one of which was my aunt. I took Harley home with me and then went and got all of the stuff a kitten needs. I was so excited as I'd just been through a major loss in my life and I just knew he was here to help me through it. Boy did he ever! And then some. It was the beginning of many, many adventures together.