Smoke

I'm writing to tell you about my Mom..

She found me huddled in a wee ball outside the rear of her house about two years ago. I was only four and a half weeks old, so very frightened and so alone. My original Mom had carried one of my brothers to this same spot, dropped him off and watched from a short distance away. I guess to make sure the woman came out and found him.

Well, she did but my brother decided he would rather roam than stay at this place (did he ever make a big mistake). so the next day my Mom drops me off at the same spot. Again, this woman comes out, finds me, immmediately takes me inside, feeds me, warms me and slowly introduces me to the other cat, Sadie. We got along okay although I was really nervous...but I did feel safe. I felt safe that day and have every day since.

The irony of my story is that the exact same thing happened again last year (of course, my new Mom brought that kitten in also, her name is Annie) and it has happened this year too!!!! My Mom hasn't brought the newest kittens in because there are seven of them. She has had them spayed and neutered and takes really good care of them even though they stay outside most of the time....unless it rains really hard. Then she lets them in the sunroom until the rain is over.. We do have quite an extended family now. Time will tell what next year will bring.

I don't have any problems, my Mom still has plenty of time to groom me and play with me, but I just wanted all the other "homeless" kitties out there to know, there is hope. Brothers and sisters, you to may find the home for you. Hang in there.

Smoke.

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