September 7th 2009 7:04 pm
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Whoopsy I missed my Gotcha Day. It was yesterday Sept. 6. I came here 3 years ago and now I'm 6 years old. That means I have been living here half of my life. Wow, I remember it like it was yesterday when Meowmy came to the shelter and got me.....
I used to have a family but they gave me back to the shelter because they were mooving. The shelter put me in a big room together with 4 females. That was nice. The room had alot of toys and cat trees and food and really everything a cat needs. When I got there I told the other cats about my hoomans mooving. I told them they'd get me back when they are done mooving. I didn't really know what mooving was. Emily, I remember Emily, she said: "Ha Rocky, they are not coming back." (I was called Rocky back then, can you believe that). "They moved away and left you behind", said Emily. "Happens to alot of us. Humans are cruel that way".
Emily thought I wouldn't find new hoomans. She thought I was too old and not pretty enough. Emily was a beautiful cat. Long white and gray furr. So one day Meowmy walks in and she goes straight to me, picks me up and gives me cuddles. Usually I don't like to be picked up but that time I was on my best behavior. Then she played with all the other cats too.
Now what is this? She is leaving! Oh she is talking to one of the shelter hoomans. Now she is sitting at a table with some papers in front of her. I said to the other cats: "That is my new Meowmy. She is gonna take me home".
No" said Emily, "not you. She is here for me of course. She played with ME".
"Emily" I said, "she played with all of us but I was the only one she picked up".
"I'm telling you Rocky, she won't take you. I'm much prettier", replied Emily.
Oh no. Now one of the shelter hoomans is bringing a dog over. And it's a big one and he is walking him right up closed to our room. Now he tells my Meowmy: "He doesn't like dogs".
Well, of course I don't like this animal that is like 6 times bigger than I and he smells bad and he barks at me. Well doh.
Oh no, my new Meowmy is leaving, sniff. Emily is right. Nobody wants me. Every hooman wants a kitten and I'm not pretty either. Maybe she wanted a cat that likes dogs. Too bad.
Hey what is this. She is back. Took only half an hour or so. Now they are coming into the room, oh I am so excited. She is coming for me! They put a cardboard box on the floor. I know what that is. That's for her to carry me in. "Wait", I say, "how long will we be travelling? Do you have cat food at home? I better eat a bite before we go". And I did. I went to the bowl with the kibble and started chowing down. "He likes his food", says the shelter hooman. "Rocky, Rocky", says Emily, "you are not going anywhere. She came for ME". And with that Emily jumps into the box! The shelter hooman says: "No Emily, not you. Rocky is getting a new home today. But we'll find you a home too".
Then she picks me up and puts me into the box. "Wait - I'm not done eating", I say. And we are off to my new home. Yep, I remember it like it was yesterday.