I was placed
in the shelter back in January 2008. I
shared a cage with a cat named Stork for awhile. He has an interesting story. Stork was living
in this home with 40 or 50 cats and the lady who was running the home got sick
and couldn’t take care of him and his buddies.
So he ended up at the shelter.
Stork is still at the shelter looking for a nice home. He demands canned food when my mom is
there. She has spoiled him. My mom
volunteers at the shelter. That worked out great for me because that is where
she met me. Because I was in a cage for
so long I didn’t want to leave my cage.
It became my safe place. I was in the cage for approximately 18 months
when she and my dad decided to take me to their home.
They didn’t
introduce me to the other cats until I was good and ready. First of all, my new
mom and dad put me in a room all by myself. They would sit on the floor in that
room with me and waited until I was ready to approach them. It took a couple of days before I would get
close enough to be petted. The first
time I purred at my new home I gave myself the hiccups, because I was purring
so hard and loud. They thought it was
cute. I thought it was annoying.
They put some
fencing at the bottom of the stairs so I could explore all around the
basement. It was cool. Meanwhile the other cats were getting use to
me, especially Caleb and Fluffs. I could have easily climbed the fencing when I
was good and ready. One day I told
myself enough of this and surprised my mom. She was eating her breakfast and watching the
news and I walked into the living room and meowed at her. I’ve been having run of the whole house ever
since. I am friends with some of the cats. Those torties Cleo and Callie are
another story. I heard torties have attitudes, which I am discovering. Sport is still a little timid with me, but
Caleb and I are getting along just fine.
I get tuna
two to three times a week and cat nip.
My mom and dad call cat nip tuna, because they don’t want to confuse
us. I also have at my disposal a lot of
toys to play with and they use this laser light that I love to chase. There are
these three dogs at my home. I had to
teach the bigger one a lesson or two and now he really respects me.
I wrote
about my life so you would know that I was one of those shy cats and people
kept passing me by because I didn’t come to the front of the cage to be picked
up. Give the shy cats a chance. Yeah, give
the shy dogs a break too. My mom and dad work with shy and scared cats and dogs
at the shelter. It may take us a little
longer to warm up to you, but when we do it is so worth it. Ask my mom how she feels when I cuddle up to
her and purr.
Thanks for
reading my story.
You work this magic , of course you can write about it . It is you.
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