My first cat Pepper came from a shelter in Virginia Beach. We had narrowed it down to him and his sister, and the choice was left to me. Since he had (for me) an unusual color, I picked him.
I got my next three cats in Italy. First was Sophie-I had gone over to a friend's house to see a litter of kittens. The mother was a calico, and I swear the whole litter was as well. My friend's family was military like mine, and when they found out they were moving, they had to find homes for the kittens quickly. His mom remembered my interest, and showed up at our house one day, kitten in hand. With me being right at the door too, I think that made it too difficult for my mother to say no
We lived in an area crawling with what were known as parco cats. One left a kitten in our yard. It had been raining that day, and I looked out the window at one point to see if it had stopped. I spotted a little grey ball in the yard, and managed to convince Mom to go out to investigate. That's how we got Lucky.
Peanut came from another friend. She was the kind of kid who brought home every stray animal she could. At one point, she had a cat and her litter of three-a grey tabby girl, a cream tabby boy, and an orange tabby boy. Her dad overheard me wishing I could take one home, and probably sensed an opportunity to decrease the number of animals in his house by one. He told me to get Mom's permission, and I could have whichever one I wanted. I liked them all, but the orange boy especially.
We were in Belgium when I got Belle and Beau as an early Christmas surprise. Somebody's Persian had kittens by at least one street cat.
Charlie was found here in West Virginia by one of Mom's coworkers. She didn't have any more room in her home, however, so started asking around.
I hope to soon be getting another cat, this one from a shelter
I got my next three cats in Italy. First was Sophie-I had gone over to a friend's house to see a litter of kittens. The mother was a calico, and I swear the whole litter was as well. My friend's family was military like mine, and when they found out they were moving, they had to find homes for the kittens quickly. His mom remembered my interest, and showed up at our house one day, kitten in hand. With me being right at the door too, I think that made it too difficult for my mother to say no
We lived in an area crawling with what were known as parco cats. One left a kitten in our yard. It had been raining that day, and I looked out the window at one point to see if it had stopped. I spotted a little grey ball in the yard, and managed to convince Mom to go out to investigate. That's how we got Lucky.
Peanut came from another friend. She was the kind of kid who brought home every stray animal she could. At one point, she had a cat and her litter of three-a grey tabby girl, a cream tabby boy, and an orange tabby boy. Her dad overheard me wishing I could take one home, and probably sensed an opportunity to decrease the number of animals in his house by one. He told me to get Mom's permission, and I could have whichever one I wanted. I liked them all, but the orange boy especially.
We were in Belgium when I got Belle and Beau as an early Christmas surprise. Somebody's Persian had kittens by at least one street cat.
Charlie was found here in West Virginia by one of Mom's coworkers. She didn't have any more room in her home, however, so started asking around.
I hope to soon be getting another cat, this one from a shelter