Oh Timmy, we're all praying and crossing our fingers and paws here that Sunday is YOUR day for a new home.

I have faith that someone will see through his scaredness. The day I got Jazz I had gone in for another kitten but she had been adopted. Jazz was the only female kitten left and the director got her out of the cage and brought her to my husband. She was terrified and sat on his arm with the world's biggest airplane ears and wildest eyes never moving or making a sound. The director aked me to take her home for a few days and see if she would work out, no down payment needed. I guess she could tell from the look on our faces we doubted this kitty was the one. My first comment to my husband was "she'll be coming back". Boy was I ever wrong. She hid under the recliner the entire night but the next morning when I walked out into the den, guess who greeted me with a squeak (poor thing had a URI), the cutest little frightened kitty ever. From that moment I knew she was mine and what a great kitty she has been!

The shelter director later told me that she had been picked over for weeks because she was so timid and frightened and also because she was solid black.