Hi everybody. I've been waiting for this neat event because I like to read about how other purrsons came to live with their families. Thank you, Oui Oui for hosting this event.
Can you believe the little, thin kitty above was me? Yep, this was me when I was living in a Guardian Angel Animal Rescue foster home with my babies. Some nice people found me alone with my four (or was it five, I can't remember) kittens. My kittens were all very cute. They were adopted first, and I ten months old and still waiting for my forever home when Mama decided she wanted to foster some cats who needed a cage break. I was so lucky because I was Mama's first foster.
I was overjoyed to be out of the cage and in a nice, big sunny room with my own things. I purred and purred so loud and kissed and kissed Mama. After a couple days, I'd had enough of what Mama calls the nursery. I wanted to come out and check things out, so I did. Ateret and Livia were very shocked to see another furry purrson. Because they didn't know what to make of me, I decided to take matters into my own paws and just play and find happy spots like I was already part of the family.
My happy ended after several days when Mama got a call that I needed to go back because somebody else needed a cage break. Mama cried and cried. I was very upset, too. Mama couldn't stop thinking about me. She cried every time she saw me, so she talked to her friends about adopting me. It took a couple weeks, but I came home for good, new name and all on Wednesday, August 12, 2009. The rest is history.