Female

I'm very cute, if you couldn't tell. I was born in a garden that's part of a restaurant in New York. They had a wooden shack back there the waitresses used and we lived behind it, between the shack and the fence, my brother and sisters and my mother. My father was an alley cat who chased every female he could find. He was a mean cat.

I was very shy as a kitten. My brothers and sisters used to run and play with all the customers during the summer while they were having dinner, and sometimes they got snacks, but I was very little and too afraid. I hid in the bushes. Soon, the customers would take away my brothers and sisters, after they got bigger, and I never saw them again. Finally, I was the only one left, just me and my mother, and she wouldn't feed me any more. Then one day the bartender who worked indoors, who I never saw before, took me home. He was very nice to me, but I didn't know him so I hid from him when he took he home. I found all kinds of fun places to hide. He had a big home with lots of room and a long hallway where I could run up and down and chase flying bugs. There were lots of bugs to chase around.

There was another big mommy cat living there who took care of me and taught me stuff. He called her Diva. She was very pretty. I'll put some pics of her up here soon. Anyway, the bartender, who called himself Scott, took good care of me. He had a lady living there too who was very nice to me and had nice long hair, like Scott. I liked to rub my face in their hair. It smelled good. WE had fun in that place.

Soon I realized things change, and people go away, like my brothers and sisters. The lady went away first, and I missed her. Then Diva got sick and one day she went away and didn't come back. I really missed her too. I could tell Scott was very sad about that. Diva was older, and she told me she had lived there a long time after she had been rescued.

Then one day, another cat showed up on the window, who looked just like Diva, only smaller and younger. I kept thinking it was her come back, but she smelled different. So then the three of us had fun for a while until one day when Scott took everything out of the house and put me in a box and into a truck and we left for good and never came back.

I rode in that box in the front of the truck for a long time. Each night we stayed in a different house and I hid every time because I didn't want to go back in the truck. But every morning Scott found me.

Finally we got out of the truck and into a big house somewhere near a lot of water, I found out later it was an ocean, I'd never seen an ocean, but I could smell it through the windows. We were only in that house for a little while, then we went back into another truck and went to another house. I was tired of changing houses. I don’t like moving. It takes a long time to get used to a place and all the ghosts that live there. Then when you move you have to start all over and get to know all the new ghosts and all the places to hide. It's a lot of work.

Then, a few years ago, in another new house, I started to get really sick. I felt weak all the time. I started taking a lot of pills every day, and Scott started giving me a different kind of food. I kept going to the doctor where they poked me with needles. I liked the new food, it tasted like a raw animal, something I just killed. It was much better. Something else happened though and I couldn't walk that well. My back legs kept dragging on the floor. I couldn't jump up on the bed. I just stayed on my little round bed all the time. I stopped taking the pills because I thought they were hurting me. Finally Scott stopped giving them to me and I started to get better. I felt strong again and my legs came back and I could walk and jump again. I felt better and noticed my belly was smaller, It was like I got younger somehow.

After that we moved to still another house. Will this never end? It's so hard to get used to the new houses. I don't even like other cats anymore. Everywhere we go there are new cats around, and I don't like them. I don't know who they are, and they scare me. I'm older now and can't fight any more, I just hide when new people come around. All I really want to do is sleep anyway, and it's not always so easy when I know there are new people and new cats outside looking in the windows.

But I feel really good, and it's just me and Scott now, and he's very nice to me. I get lots of petting and belly rubbing and kisses on my head, and I still get the raw food I really like. Now when new people are in the house I'm not so scared. I know where all the ghosts and everything are now, so I don't worry about them, and they don't bother me. This new house was really strange at first, it took me a while to get used to it, but I'm good now.

I just wish I could get more catnip though. I love catnip! Maybe some of you will come to our house and pet me some day. You can share my catnip if you like.