Stanley was a Kuwaiti. In 1997 while working in Kuwait, (after desert storm) my husband and I adopted him. He had been abandoned when Saddam Hussein decided to do a little saber rattling and all non essential personnel were advised to leave. When we first met, he appeared to be about six months old and had quite an attitude. The next day we took him to the vet for an attitude adjustment (a.k.a. neutering). By the time he recovered from his operation, he and I were the best of friends and over the years he became a valued member of the family. I'm so glad I didn't heed the warning to leave for had I done so, Stanley and I would have never met.