How I Found My Home: Part One

Two years ago at this time I was just a tiny wee kitten. The cutest kitten ever? Probably. But not cute enough for my first family to keep me. I don't really remember much about those days or the humans or cats that shared my start in life. I'm sure I had a very beautiful Mama who was maybe a lovely mackerel tabby like me. And I'm sure I had some fun brothers and sisters to play with. And I think I remember being hungry sometimes. I don't like remembering that. I do remember the day the female fleshy rescued me from certain death and brought me to this great place to be a part of this family.

It was a sunny October day and I was just a wee slip of a 9 week old kitten. Too young to be away from my Mama and way too young to be all alone out in the big scary world, but that's where I found myself. I was on a busy street and I was in BIG TROUBLE. The worst part is that there were a couple of MEAN grown-up cats who kept trying to chase me out into the traffic. I was REALLY scared and didn't know what to do. The yard that was there looked like it had some nice, safe hedges that I could hide in until I figured out what I was going to do, but those BAD cats wouldn't let me anywhere near it and were trying to chase me out under the wheels of all the cars and buses on the busy street. I was scared of all the giant cars whizzing by, so mostly I just huddled in the gutter. Occasionally I would make a run for the other side of the road - there was a nice quiet park there - but the cars would scare me and I'd run back to the sidewalk. But once I was on the sidewalk those cats would start to menace me again. It was a bad situation for a kitten (even one as smart as me). Some humans came by and they were worried about me and told me to be safe, but they DIDN'T HELP ME AT ALL. I was in a bad situation and it was getting worse all the time...

To be continued...