I can't resist telling the stories of my sweet kitties!

Murf: my first cat ever. When I went to the animal shelter to look for a cat, he was talking up a storm as I walked by. He didn't seem to talk to anyone else who was in the room. The attendant told me that Murf was telling me that he was going home with me. Who am I to argue with a cat? He's now 13+ years old, a big orange & white tabby, my first sweet baby boy.

Then came Squee. He was a 4 week old baby left alone when his mother was killed. The other kittens were adopted quickly, but not Squee. I don't know why, because for me he was a sweet and lovable boy. He was gray with green eyes. He made a funny meow noise that got him his name. When I had surgery, he came and sat with me for weeks as I recovered. The day I got the OK from the doctor that everything was fine, Squee disappeared. I hope he went to live with someone else that needed his love and attention.

Three months after Squee was gone, I got Daisy from the pound. This was a county run shelter that has poor conditions. The day I was there, over 40 kittens and 30 adult cats were for adoption, or would be killed. Daisy was a beautiful high-energy tuxedo kitty that went to the Rainbow Bridge in November last year.

And then Winston, my little blind kitty. He was found in an old tire in a warehouse, crying for his mom. He was only 2 weeks old, and has been my baby ever since. He's got other health problems, but is a fighter! And of course, he is a snugglebug!

Thanks for letting my tell my stories. I sure have enjoyed reading how so many wonderful people have helped their kitty friends!