My daddy works in Salt Lake City in an area where the "airport" hotels are. Right behind his workplace is the back of one of these hotels. At this time there was a call center in the same building.
Someone noticed me living behind the hotel, and decided they needed to bring me inside. I ran around inside the call center, because I was afraid of people at first. It is thought that I was probably lost or abandoned by someone at the hotel. When I finally started to warm up to people I was taken home (not with my daddy), bathed, and taken to a vet to get my first shots and exam. I was brought back to the call center and named Lily Le Mew by a nice lady who worked there. I was going to be an office kitty. It was not meant to be though.
At first I loved running around, getting love, stealing food, and being the company mascot. Then came a big layoff. The call center went from 24/7/365 to Monday to Friday 9 am -5 pm. I got lonely. My daddy was the first to arrive in the morning, and I was always waiting for him at the door. He really worried about me and started taking me home on weekends so I wouldn't be lonely. Even on weekends I would cry if I thought no one was around. This made my daddy even sadder.
Luckily for me, a time came when the CEO found out about me and warned the manager that I had to go. Daddy brought me home on St. Patricks day of 2011. I love it because my mommy is home all day so I'm rarely alone.
Here's a picture of me at the call center after I was cleaned and checked by a vet:
(That's not my daddy's hand, he took the picture.)