Hi there! Guess what? For 2 years in a row now, mom has posted my Gotcha Day celebration on January 2nd instead of the real day. I think she gets caught up in the New Year stuff so much that she forgets the drama that unfolded 3 years ago.
It was cold and dreary and my mom and dad noticed cute little me coming up to the deck for food during Christmas week. They finally coaxed me into coming inside on New Years Day. After hearing firecrackers and stuff on New Year's Eve I had enough of being outside. As
Whitey would say...srsly.
So, here is a picture of me when I first came in the house. I was a bit hissed off, but kinda ok with it because it was so much warmer in the house. Mom and dad made posters with this image and plastered the neighborhood with them because they were CERTAIN I was just lost because I was so cute and I was spayed. They posted on Craigslist and looked at every lost cat ad they could find. They had me scanned for a microchip.
Nothing.
They never did find my former family. They were going to foster and place me...until I got really sick and had a respiratory infection and asthma. Mom had someone interested in adopting me but she didn't want to pursue this until my medical situation was more stable and known.
Yeah I know. Brilliant timing on my part.
Well I eventually got over my respiratory issues, then last year I developed bladder issues so I now need a prescription diet for the rest of my adorable life.
I have a good life. I have an adoring older boyfriend cat, Madison. He loves me lots. I haven't been outside much with all the yucky weather but I did get a couple of hours outside in the cold sunbeams...until I hollered to be let back inside on my cat tree with a view.
Life is good.
Thank you for the Happy Gotcha Day wishes! I'm purring that all homeless kitties will get to know their very own Gotcha Day in 2011.
