It was spring of 1998 and Steve’s mom was moving and asked us if we could watch her cat for her during the move. We agreed. She brought over a young, orange tabby named Kitty. Steve had a small studio apartment so there weren’t a lot of places for her to hide so she immediately went under the futon (we were young) and stayed there. For two weeks. That’s how she got her name. 🙂 Needless to say, Steve’s mom never took Chicken back!
Here she is way back in 1998!