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I"ve been tagged!

I have been tagged by Winston!

I have to list five things i'm thankful for.I am thakful for,

1.My daddy, who was the reason I was adopted from the Humane Society.
2.My momma, who makes sure I'm fed and my box is clean.
3. A warm place to sleep.
4. My Catster friends.
5. I'm healthy.

Now, I have to tag five furriends. I tag:
1. Buddie
2. Apollo
3. Diego
4. Tyler
5. Jefke

A New Mystery is Afoot

I put a fish on your head :)) Catch me if you can -the crazy fisher cat”

That's what it said on the anonymous rosette I got this evening. The crazy fisher cat, huh? Looks like a job for Samoa's Detective agency...chief detective Simba. Okay, what do I do now?

PS Check out my new photo. MOL

June 24, 2004

That’s the day my dad saved my life. I was living in a small cage at Halifax Humane Society. It wasn’t my first time there, I’d been there once before. I had been adopted from there several months before, but returned because my family couldn’t care for me. I had been at the shelter for several weeks and my time was running short. The caretakers had already marked me for my trip to the Rainbow Bridge. As an adult cat, no one was interested in me—until Dad came along. He followed Momma into the cat room but I could see he wasn’t too sure about what they were doing. See, Dad had never had a pet; his life had always been too busy, so I don’t believe that he was really sure that he could care for a pet. But not Momma. She told Dad that she wanted to adopt a kitten, someone to be a companion to her when Dad was out of town. Momma walked right by me, as if I wasn’t even there, heading for the kitten cages. I sat in the corner of my cage, in my litter box, acting as though I didn’t have a care in the world. Then Dad saw me. He pointed me out to Momma and she read my cage card. “She’s almost 3,” she said, “adult cats can be difficult.” “Difficult??? Me???” I thought. “Doesn’t she know that kittens can be more difficult? All that kitten energy!” I mean, honestly, the woman had no clue! Dad was a little less convinced. “Do you want me to ask about visiting with her?” Momma asked. “It’s up to you,” Dad replied, but he never took his eyes off of me. “Look, honey, she’s sitting all alone, no one is paying any attention to her.” Tears formed in his eyes and Momma knew she was sunk. Me, on the other hand, I tried to appear unconcerned, completely nonchalant. But Dad saw through my pitiful ruse. He walked up to my cage and started talking to me. I tried not to get my hopes too high; all too often, I had gotten my hopes up, only to have them destroyed over some cute little kitten. I was beginning to feel like Garfield does about Nermal, I wanted to send all the kittens to China! Anyhow, Momma and Dad walked out and I thought, “Well, I knew it! They don’t want me.” Imagine my surprise when they came back with one of the shelter people and pointed me out. “We’d like to visit with her.” Momma told the shelter lady. I was taken from my cage and was handed to Momma. We sat and visited for a minute, and then she handed me off to Dad. I gave the best performance of my life. I purred, I hugged him; I even gave him kittie kisses. Dad looked at Momma, tears running down his face and she agreed that they would adopt me. The rest, as they say, is history. Four years in my forever home, a sister adopted two years later and a move to an entirely different state. Life is good. Thank you Dad, for saving my life.