Sit down fur a bit; I gotta story to tell you.
On October 29, 2005, I was took wif a bunch of ofur kitties to a PetSmart store. I was 8 monfs old an kinda useda cages an car rides. But this was diffrint. Some of the ofur kitties said we was goin to a doption faire. They said we was aposed to find a bean an dopt it fur our own. So I did.
A furry nice woman walked up to da cages an started to say hello to the puddin in the cage above mine. To get hers attension, I reached out an tapped her. She said, "Well, hello there!" Before she knowed what was happenin, I was cuddlin in her arms, purrin like crazy an fallin asleep in her elbow. I looked into hers eyes an I sed, "You're the one. I choose you."
I was a little worried when she putted me back an walked away. Then she camed back. She was acited but also seemed nervis and talked about sumone who mite not like meetin me. Der was also a shorter boy bean followin her round an while she talked wif the beans who bringed me to PetSmart, she sent the boy bean to get impawtant fings, like a PTU* an a collar an a new bed an some toys an a litterbox an litter. An they bof kept comin up and givin me skritches thru my cage. An they already knowed my name is Victor!
Finally, I got moofed from my cage to the new PTU an my new beans tooked me from the store to their big metal monster an after a short drive, we was "home"! They kept askin if I was ok cuz I didn't cry. I was purrin too much to cry! Them metal monsters don't ascare me.
So into the house we went, an suddenly there was anofur cat, a girl cat just a little bigger than me, 8 1/2 years old; a lovely dark tabby wif white. I said, "Hi!" an she said, "Who the H*ll are you? This is MY house!" So then, I got putted in a room wif lotsa toys (now I know, they's model trains) an tools. Of course, I had all the fings a kitty needs, too; my own food an water an litterbox an bed an efun a radio. But more than anyfing, I wanted my new MOM to stay in der wif me.
I met my new Dad later an found he's good to play wif. I spent two whole weeks lifin in that room most of the time, but Mom an Dad an the boy camed in to bisit wif me an after the firstest week, I gotted to come out an asplore. Efurry time Mom camed in, I was wide awake an eager to play an be near her.
Bonnie growled an hissed frum the start, or just tried to pretend I didn't exist. An, well, she's still that way, only not quite so growly an hissy. Oh, an at first, I'd roll ofur in front of her, but that didn't do any good, so now I just ignore her, sumtimes tease her, an most often I respect her. In return, she's more willin to haf me in the same room. Efun tho I chase her an she growls an hisses an runs from me, we's nefur hurt each ofur. We tag or whap each ofur, but nefur bite or use claws. In fact, I don't fink she gots any in front. Isn't that weird? Maybe that's why she don't wanna play.
So dat's why October 29, just afore Halloween, is my furry favoritest day of the year. Dat's the day I dopted mine own furever fambly.
An sumday, maybe efun Bonnie will be my furiend.
Pleeze keep purrayin fur Miss Peach an now, sweet Beau, too. They's bof not feelin good lately.
*Prisoner Transport Unit (Carrier)