Memories of a Black Kitty

My Background

I remember from time to time my mommy and daddy mentioning so often how they wish Casey and I could talk to them. How we could share our difficult lives before mommy and daddy came along to save us.

Over time, with tasty food, a warm home and many hugs and kisses, I don't remember much of what my previous life must have been. But there are some things I'll always remember.

I will always remember the dark days when I would run and hide. I never made any sounds, b/c I was always afraid I'd be "discovered". And locked up. Forever.

I will always remember the days when I had my four kittens. It is because I was protecting my kittens that I couldn't run off when the pound guys finally trapped me, a black scaredy-cat on a frigid Hallowe'en night.

I will always know a good home, in that a foster mom (even though she didn't write a very positive report about me) took me and my kittens in so that they could be looked after without fear and hunger.

I will always remember the shelter days, I hated them. So many strange cats, so many strangers who look at me all curled in the back of the cage, scared to death of the noise and unable to run away from all this noise.

I will always remember the days at the pet store, where the pet store didn't sell cats or dogs but chose instead to showcase those from the shelter for adoption. I remember the desperation of trying to get out of that cage. I knew my four kittens had already been adopted, and that as a black kitty, my chances were lower that I'd ever be adopted. And not being adopted meant being put down. Soon.

And I will always remember the day that a girl stopped by, on Christmas Eve. Because that was the day I lost my old life, and started anew.

Merry Christmas!