I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
Jean Cocteau
We were born out of wedlock during the spring of 2000. Our mom was a bit careless and began running with the wrong crowd. Next thing you know she got pregnant and here we are, my brother and I. No one wanted us so we got dumped at this shelter. Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not a bad place, they fed us well and gave us a warm cage to sleep in. However, it’s not like a home. The worst part is the crowd, there are just too many of us in one place. My brother and I had to entertain each other as we didn’t get much attention. Lots of people came in and looked around, sometimes they stopped by our small cage and said, “Aren’t they cute”. Then they’d walk on and leave us. My brother and I were getting worried cause they only keep you here for so many days then they take you to “the room”. Once you go to the room, you never come back. They call it euthanasia.
Bunny, she is solid white with long silky hair, one blue eye and one green eye. That should have told us she was a little weird, those strange eyes. She camps out in Mrs. Janet’s bedroom and you best not go wandering in there. This cat can spit like a camel and if you’re too close you will get your face washed! Territorial is too nice a word for this white ball of fur!
There are no ordinary cats.
Colette
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