|Purred: Mon Feb 13, '12 11:11am PST |
We're new here to this group.
My story is probably to one similar to many here. I was found by my auntie, actually. I showed up one day, sleeping in an old car with open windows in neighbors yard. Neighbor was feeding me, along with 2 other kitties that had been abandoned by another neighbor. (My aunt and mom eventually found homes for those other kitties).
My Auntie and a lady who was catsitting for my mom got a hold of me...I would go up to everyone, including the postman, to seek affection as well as food....I wanted 'in'.
They took me to get me neutered, and had a rescue to take me, but the rescue changed their mind when I was FIV+.
Mommy and Daddy asked the rescue if I could be shown on the weekend. The rescue agreed (Mommy and Daddy and Auntie had already donated some money to my care and they couldn't really say no, could they-) and I started to be shown on weekends. I hated it however. During the time I wasn't shown, I lived on the screened porch of Mom's mom's home. Mom's mom felt that 'there were too many cats in the house already'-there were 5 at the time-and she just felt it was 'too much'. I lived on the porch, which was glassed in for winter-til Daddy and Mommy got married and I went with Daddy 'down South' to take a job. However, the restaurant Daddy was working in-the owner dissapeared and the place closed. By that time Mom's mom was ill and in the hospital, and I 'came in from the cold'.
Mom and Dad moved to an apartment the next year, and of course, I and Bella went with them. Smokie was from 'the block' and was gotten before they left, so we started with but three....
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