June 5, 2007 -
I have had a very long and eventful life. When I was a year old a family moved into the farm house I was living beside. There were 23 other stray cats living with me in a barn beside the house. The family called the ASPCA and I managed to keep from getting caught the longest. I decided to move in with the family and kept sneaking into the house through the dryer vent. Although Dad kept kicking me out of the house, I kept coming back. Finally, I was caught and Dad decided to keep me. The family had me spayed and I've been a part of their lives since.
My family and I have moved a lot. We lived in Virginia, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, West Virginia, and Ohio. In many of those places we've lived in more than one home.
One day, when I was 5, they brought home a German Shepard puppy named Casie. I used to swat at her until she got older and she finally started picking me up and carrying me around the house. Then, many years later when I was 9 they brought home a Beagle puppy named Hunter and another cat named Thomas. I was not very happy because now I'm not the only cat at home. But I've growned used to him. He was annoying at first because he was still young cat, but now he's not too bad. Then, not even 10 months ago Dad brought home another kitten! She was only a few months old and very annoying. I was 14, and really not willing to put up with her. Her name is Gypsy and she knows to avoid me.
The girl who takes care of me has just graduated college. While she was in college she lived in the dorms and I was mad at her every time she left. Sometimes, I would try to stop her from packing by laying in her tubs. She would usually stop for a while and play, but it never worked. Now she is home to stay and she brought home her husband, who I have taken a liking to.
One of the girls have a son now, he is four. I am patient with him, but sometimes I have to run from him because his hugs are tight. But, all in all, he's a good kid.