We are all formerly feral here. Our mom came across each of us in our own way when we were around 4 to 6 weeks old. We're gonna take turns in the next coupla Fridays and tell you our stories.
I’m Pip and I was the first. I don’t remember much about my real kitty family. All I know is that one morning, very early, I was alone and I was trying to find a place to hide. Someone had seen me and was trying to get me! I was grabbed just as I was about to get under a trailer.
This place that I was at was where my mom worked! The person that caught me passed me on to someone that mom worked directly with. Well, you can probably guess the rest. But no one else there really wanted me. Can you believe that? So my mom turned out to be the
sucker, ahem, person who stepped up to give me a home.
This is me when I was little. I'm camo!
My full name is Pipsqeak. Can you guess why?
I’ve been living the good kitty-life ever since. I’m gonna be 10 in a coupla months. ::sigh:: That might never have been possible. I’m still kinda shy of other beans besides my mom an' if you came over ta my house, you might never know I was there. A cat can't be too careful.
Thanks for stopping by an' reading my story. Happy Friday to all an' have a good weekend!