Noonie Bear

I found Noonie Bear, a brown female tabby, at about 4 months old at 5am in a donut shop parking lot. She was scared to death. She was walking low to the ground and looking up at the sky. She had on this fancy collar, no tag, so I figured somehow she got lost. She came right up to me when I approached her, so I picked her up and took her home and then to the vet to be scanned for a chip. No chip. So I ran an ad in the paper. No response. She had a fairly new spay scar so apparently she had been adopted from one of the local organizations and she must have done something wrong or they decided they did not want her, so she must have just been dumped there within minutes of me pulling up. So I just started calling her sweet little baby names and it started out just being Noonie. Then I can't explain it, but I started saying Bear after Noonie. She must have been a bottlefed orphan cause at three years old she tries to nurse on dark blankets. She is a little weirdo but I love her to pieces! It is tragic that she was adopted by someone who thought enough of her to buy her a fancy collar, but fortunate I came along to save her. And I did not need another cat. She's my Noonie Bear!!!!! :)