When I was about 4 I had moved here. I had my orange kitty with me! The best! I was still little but I pushed him down the slide and kept doing that and then he finally did it himself lol. But then he went out one night and never came back. About 3-4 weeks after spring break (this year) my girl scout troop went to the humane society. It was so sad. Seeing a little glimmer of hope inside of them as we walked by and looked at them. After we had done that as we were driving home I relized something. My orange tabby could have gone to a humane society. And a KILL humane society. I was really upset and worried what if no one liked him? What if the humane society 'put him to sleep'? I just hate all those people who dump those poor pets there! And I hope those glimmers of hope in all those pets' eyes, will be seen by a kind person. And they WILL get adopted. Because, we can only hope and help for the good of the animals!