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And then one magical day I was taken out of my cage and a pair of humans played with me.  When they put me in a carrier instead of back in the cage I knew something had changed and I was hopeful and scared at the same time.

 

I remember that the carrier smelled like a cat I had never met before, and believe me…I remember the scent of every cat I’ve ever met.  When the carrier door was opened I was in a strange new place and I bounded out to explore.  I really wasn’t scared any more, I was excited. I had lived in that cage for so long I’d grown fat and now I had lots of room so I could run and jump as I please.

 

The scent I had come to know in the carrier was all over this new place.   I searched everywhere for that kitty so I could ask him all the questions that were chasing about in my head.  I never found him and I was scared at first.  But I soon realized that the scent belonged to an older cat and my humans talked about him with sadness in their voices.  I soon figured out he must have crossed the rainbow bridge.

There was another cat that came with me.  He was sure scared and hid under the bed.  I would go and check on him periodically before resuming my exploring.  I was comfortable within hours and I knew I was in my forever home.

Poor Garrett didn’t adjust as quickly as me.  But I visited him often and convinced him to come out and play.  Soon we were romping all over the house and having a wonderful time.

‘Tis very sad, but one day Garrett got sick…I mean really sick.  I tried to pretend it wasn’t so and convince him to play but I knew he wasn’t going to get better, and he knew it too.  When my humans took him away in the carrier I knew he wasn’t coming back and I cried along with my humans.

My humans were very sad so I tried to be especially affectionate to help them feel better.  I missed having another kitty to play with and I think they knew it so they brought home Molly-Mabel.

I was happy to see her, but she didn’t share my enthusiasm…but I’ll let her tell you her story.

 

I don’t remember much about being a kitten.  *shrug*  They aren’t good memories so why keep them?

 

I lived in a cage at the PetsMart Adoption Center for a long time.  I had lots of cage mates and every time one was adopted I cried until I got another.  I can’t say that I wasn’t jealous when they got a forever home and I was left behind, but I can’t complain either.  I was warm and had plenty of food, there were toys for me to play with, I always had a friend sharing my cage and sometimes a human would pet me.  I purred as loud as I could but no one ever took me home.