There was this kitten meowing at various homes for a few days straight. We believe he might've been abandoned, but it's possible he might have just been a kitten from one of the female neighborhood cats litters. Other people did try to get him to come, but he wouldn't get near anyone at the time.
I was asleep at the time this happened, but my folks and sibling happen to be up, kept the front door opened and trapped him in our house. However, they had a hard time catching him and were using flashes of phones to get him out of certain places. Next morning, I wake up and he's in a little kennel.
At first, we did try to adopt him out. He did go to a co-worker for one night, but it did not work out well. Even though we did have fliers at Petco and a few calls, we ended up keeping him thankfully.
He went from a homeless wild kitten to a big fluffy fat cat of calm nature (He wasn't fat in the beginning). His main hobbies are sleeping, eating and treating his water bowl as if it's a splash park and making a huge mess. He is also the few I know where we can pet his tummy without getting clawed to death.
A year later, a mother cat that used to live in our garage produced babies and Stinkers ended up with his best friend, Gabby.
I know someone here is wondering what is up with the name. Easy answer: He has bad gas.
We are not sure of his exact birth date, but he came around in 2011.