My first recollection of life is from August of 2009. I was in a cage in a very scary place in a lot of pain. I was just a few weeks old but I had a broken leg and tail. I heard them talking about me and no one knew how it happened or how I got there. They talked about something called euthanasia if a rescue didn’t save me. I didn’t know what that meant then, but my human mom has told me about it since and I guess I’m a very lucky kitty.
I was a pretty cute kitten, if I do say so myself, and I just wanted to love on everyone even though I was in pain. The shelter staff asked … Continue reading