One year ago today was the firsted day that I first spied the purrson who is now my mum. She came to the shelter and actually came in and looked at the kitties.
She went from cage to cage, looking at our little information tags. These tags said how old each kittie was, gender, other interesting facts about us. Mum said she didn't want to adopt a kittie who was a barn or farm stray, as she didn't know how well they would adapt to being an inside only kittie. My little sign said I was a boy, one and a half years old, all four paws de-clawed. Being re-homed as my firsted owner was put into a nursing home. Some one asked before if I ever see them now. No, mum wasn't told who she was, so wouldn't know how to contact them.
But as she came through she would try to get each of us to play with her. Some of the kitties didn't move, but not me. When she moved the little mousie by the door, I jumped on it and stuck my paw out to say 'Hi'. But she moved on visiting with all of the kitties, but then she lefted.
I thought, what a nice purrson. Come back and play with me some more.
To be continued....