It was this day, Friday April 15, last year that I got taken to HAWS. My firsted owner couldn't keep me any more as she was being moved into a nursing home. I wasn't allowed to go along and be a kittie nurse for her. Mum has today as my first date in the shelter. There is a note in my adoption records about various shots and that my ears were clean when I was examined by the vet.
Mum says she decided to adopt a kittie earlier in the year, but wasn't going to actually get a kittie until after she gotted back from a trip to her nephew's wedding. So she had been reading all she could about kitties, selecting a kitty, what stuff she needed. Then she went shopping for all of that stuff.
Mum says she kept an eye on what kitties were available for adoption on the HAWS webby site. Checking us all out and even stopping by the shelter to fill out the application. But not actually coming in to look at the kitties. Said she didn't want to fall in love with a kittie she couldn't take home.
But she knew the time would be soon when she would be picked. But who would be the pickee?
To be continued...