It was a cold February morning in 2006. I had a van parked in front of a housing complex in a bad section of the Bronx for a week and was picking it up to get it back to NJ. As I started to drive, I heard a cat screeching loud. I was like oh no, a cat must've got under my hood for warmth and it is stuck or hurt. I pulled over on the Grand Concourse (a very, very busy street) and looked around for the cat. Nothing under the hood so I looked around under the van. There was a tiny gray kitten wedged up above the spare tire that is attached under the van. He was looking down on me and meowing loudly. He looked pretty wedged up there and I was afraid to take him down on this street because he would just get hit by a car. So I drove into an alleyway to see if I could get him unwedged. I went underneath and he did not fight me at all and let me grab him and put him down. He was shivering and would not move from under the van. I kept saying to him, go back to your home but he wouldn't move. So I decided to put him in the van and drive him back to NJ and give him to the good folks of START (an animal rescue where I got my civie Poochie that was about 6 at that time). As I am driving on the George Washington Bridge 5 minutes later, he jumps in my lap and just stares at me and purrs for the entire trip home. Maybe it was the warmth of my lap or that I saved him from a rough, short life on the streets in the Bronx, but he was the happiest kitten ever. I didn't want 2 cats since I knew Poochie would not accept a 2nd cat after being an only cat her whole life. So I contacted START and they took him and said he would find a home easy since it is rare to find a kitten in the winter. My live-in GF at the time insisted that I get him back and that he belongs with me. So after one night of her hounding me, I called START back and said I would take him. Poochie, who was more of my GF's cat, was not very happy! But Bronx was mine. He followed me everywhere, greeted me at the door every day, slept with me and was always by my side. He was always a big talker, probably knowing his loud crying was what save him. We were made for each other and he made my life so happy. I am devastated right now but I know time heals. The next few days will be hard, so many reminders of him in here. His beds, his meds, water fountain, pet feeder, etc... Waking up this morning and no Bronx here kills me.