I was born today. One of 6. My daddy
was very famous. I have lots of half brothers and sisters. My mother is very
famous. Since she got famous, she has only had kittens. No more loving hands,
no more fun trips....just kittens. She is always sad when they leave her.
I left home today. I didn't want to
go, so I hid behind my mum and my three littermates that were left. I didn't
like you. But one day they said I would be famous. I wonder; is famous the same
as fun and good times? So you picked me up and carried me away, even though you
were concerned about me hiding from you. I don't think you liked me.
My new home is far away. I am scared
and afraid. My heart says BE BRAVE. My ancestors were. Did they go to good
homes like mine? I'm hungry because I can't eat too much because it will be bad
for my bones. I can't hiss or scratch when the children are mean to me. I just
run and play and pretend I am in a big green field with butterflies and birds
and frogs. I can't understand why they kick me. I am quiet, but the man hits
and yells at me. The lady doesn't feed me good things like I had with my
mother. She just throws dry food on the ground, then goes away before I can get
too close for touching or petting. Sometimes my food smells bad, but I eat it
anyway.
Today I had 6 kittens. They are so
wonderful and warm. Am I famous now? I wish I could play with them, but they
are so tiny. I am so young and playful that it is hard to lay here in this hole
under the house nursing my kittens. They are crying now. I am so hungry. I
scratch and worry my fur. I wish someone would give me some food. I am also so
very thirsty. I now have four. Two got cold during the night and I couldn't
make them warm again. They are gone. We are all very weak. Maybe if I take them
out on the porch,
we can get some food.
Yesterday they took us away. It was
too much trouble to feed us and someone came to take us away. Someone grabbed
my babies, they were crying and whimpering. We were put in a truck with boxes
in it. Are my babies famous now? I hope so, because I miss them. They are gone.
The place smells of urine, fear and
sickness. Why was I here? I was beautiful, like my ancestors. Now I am hungry,
dirty, in pain and unwanted. Maybe the worst is unwanted. No one came though I
tried to be good.
Today someone came. They put me in a
carry box and took me to a room that was very clean and had a shiny table. They
put me on the table. Someone held me and hugged me. If felt so good!! Then I
felt tired and laid over the last one who cared.
I AM FAMOUS NOW.
Today someone
cared.They cried.......
