I named her Mandy. She was a beautiful Tabby and her and her four kittens were to be euthanized at an area shelter simply because there was no space. A call from a concerned shelter staff member who knew of my volunteer work with cats resulted in their transfer to my care for fostering. Mandy and her kids would temporarily reside in a cage in the storefront window of a friend’s antique store on Asbury Avenue. They had many visitors, and many evenings people could be seen peering in the window to watch the kittens growing under mom's watchful eyes. The antique store evolved as a place for visitors to talk about family pets and to share stories and seek advice about stray cats. Mandy and all of her kittens found loving homes, the first of many successes to follow.