I really don't rememfur much about life before I came to live with meowmie. I do rememfur it was furry bad. I was living all by myself in some woods behind an apartment complex, and winter was coming, and the only humans I knew were shooting guns at me. There was no food, an I wuz so hungry, and my little body hurt so bad from where the humans had shot me. It was awful. Then one day I was rescued by a wonderful lady who loved cats, and she scooped me up and took me inside and gave me food and water and kept me warm. Then she took me to TED's, where TED fixed me even though I wasn't broken, and found and removed 2 BBs lodged in my thigh. That's why they call me Bebe (also, because I'm such a cute little baby cat!).

The nice lady who rescued me couldn't keep me, cause she already had too many cats and even d*gs. She let her friends and family know that I needed a Truehome, and the rescuer's sister called my meowmie and told her about me. Meowmie had been looking for a little baby girl cat like me, and when she saw my pictures, she said, "That's my cat!" So she made arrangements to get me. There was a little problem: I was in Michigan and meowmie was in Texas. So meowmie flew up to get me and brought me back (in the first class cabin, no less!) riding on the plane at her feet.

When I got home, I discovered I had a brother cat, Cody. Cody is a furry handsome gray boy cat, and he's lots of fun. We play chase, and wrestle, and do fun things together.

I am a purrmaster. I like to jump on top of meowmie while she's reading the paper, and plop myself on top of the newspaper and then I'll swat at her face with my fluffy paw. She's a sucker for that and will pet me for a long time. If she stops, all I have to do is tap her nose with my paw, and she starts again. She was easy to train, and I keep telling her she's a good human.

When the weather is nice, meowmie will open the windows and the door and let me look outside. I like smelling the OUT, and seeing all the birds and squirrels and other critters, but I do not want to go back to the OUT. I am an IN kitty and furry grateful for all I have. And that's my story!

Dis iz mine storee.

I wuz borned on a farm in West Virginia in 1981. Mine meowmiz brover 'cided he lyked me furry much, an he naymed me Merlinus Ambrosius, an kalled me Merlin. Ize a totallee blak kitty, an I had an unuzual talent. I kud bekum az limp az a wet dishrag. (wutefur dat iz, mine meowmi alwayz sez dat.)

Lader dat yeer, mine famlee mooved frum West Virginia tu Katifornia. At furst, dey wuzn't gonna tayke me wif dem, kuz dey dint fink I'd lyke it furry much. Dey were taykin da 2 dumd*gs, tho. Mine meowmiz grampa putted me inna van at da last minut. He wuz a furry nise man. Mine famlee gaved da tu dumd*gs trankwilizers, an dey sleeped mosta da tyme. Wun ov dem wuz rily dum, he wuz an Irish Seder. Da uthur wuz purrty smart fur a d*g. She wuz naymed Lady, an luked lyke the d*g in da moveefingy da 2 legged kittenz wach kalled Lady anna Tramp.

Da 'venture cross da kuntree wuz furry intrestin, We hadda tayke da hoominz owt onna string soz dey wunt get losted. Diz wuz furry 'barresin, but nesesaree. Wen we gotted tu Katifornia, I desided it wuznt tu bad.

I lived wif mine famlee 'til 1984, wen mine meowmi gotted marreed (I fink dats kinna lyke winkwinks...). Her bruvver wuz moovin to a 'partment dat wunt 'llow pets (I wunner howkum dey let mine pet in an not me?), so he sent me tu live wif mine meowmi. I dint lyke dis 'rangement furry much, so I lefted. I wondered 'round fer 4 yeerz. Sumday, I must rite mine memwarz ov dis tyme. Meowmi still duznt kno were I went, an I haznt told her.

Wun day, I 'sided dat I wuz dun wonderin round. I kamed home, an de onlee wun hu rekognized me wuz meowmi! Daddy dint, an de 2 legged kittenz had nefur seen me afore. I wuz furry surprized tu see dem, tu. Fer a long tyme, de onlee wun Id let klose tu me wuz meowmi. Iffen enyone else kamed inna OUT wif her, I ranned. Den I fownd out dat da 2 legged kittenz had ben propurly trayned in dealing wif such dignified older gentlemen kittiez az myownself.

Finally, meowmi sed dat I hadda kum an live inna IN. It wuz tu dangrus fer a kitty ov mine advansed yeerz tu live inna OUT. I had losted lots ov mine teef in da 4 yeerz I wuz gon, an da ideament ov stayin inna IN had lots ov appeel. Ize ben an IN kitty fer anover 4 yeerz.

Mine favrit okupashun iz tu sleep inna nise warm sunbeem (az long az its not tu hot!). I also warn mine famlee ov erfkwakes tu kum. Sumtymez I give a praktis howl, tu mayke shur dat dey will 'member wut tu du. (I did wunna dem yestiday. Its fun tu wach dem try tu figer owt iffen its a test or a reel warnin!)

Merlin went to the Rainbow Bridge on
September 16, 1997
Rest in peace, sweet boy

Peeple fink dat it is allways furry warm heer in da middle ov da state ov Floriduh, but dis is not troo; sumtimez in da winter monfs it can get to freezingcold. It wuz almost freezingcold in February, 1996, wenn I found my ReelTrooHome at last.

I wuz lost sumhow, wanderin in da chillycold Owt, my fur allofurr mattid an dirty, bein eetin alife by menny menny fleas, an not doin too well in da way ov eetin myownself. My hoomins-befor had taken my frunt claws away, an it wuz furry hard to catch ennyfing in da Owt to eet.

Wun night I saw dis small grey hous on da corner an (happyjoi!) dere wuz a bowl ov kibble sittin dere on da frunt porch! I wuz furryfurry hungry by denn, I wayed only 6 pounds, an I cud only nibble a liddle bit at a time....but I nibbled a lot. Wenn da hoomins frum da hous came owt in da mornin an saw me, I hadto run under da parkd metalmonster an hide...I wuz awful scairt an dint no dat dey cud be trustid. Dey saw me, an tawked reel gentle an kind to me an I came owt frum under da metalmonster an let dem take me in da In.

An now I'z liffing heer IN da liddle grey hous, happily effur aftur.

Omar passed away on
July 12, 1998
He was a sweet and gentle boy, and I miss him dreadfully

Yarrow

My name is Yarrow. I waz borned in the wild on the Oregon Coast. One day, Momma Jo waz drivin down the road n saw this roadkill kitty on the side of it. That waz me! She drove past, feelin all sad to see the "dead" cat. She looked in the rear-view mirror. One of my ears twitched. She slammed on the brakes n pulled over n got out of the metalmonster. She closed the door of it, rememberin to lock the door, but fergettin to take the keys out first. She'd jest locked herself out of the metalmonster, leavin two big d*gs inside.

She came to me, n since I waz a wild cat, raised by my clan not to trust hoomins, I tried to get away. But! My back legs wuldnt werk. A metalmonster had tried to kill me. I had outside wounds, I had a uterine infection. Later, it turned out I culdnt poop. I'd been on the side of the road so long n I waz so thirsty, I'd been lickin moisture off the baby rocks n they had filled the front end up real gud, but they culdnt come out the back end.

I waz taken to a TED. They started healing my hurts, then Momma Jo n Momma Beth took me home n nursed me n started to teach me that all hoomins isnt bad. There waz this big black n white cat that used to cume n help wiff the nursin. His name is Marble. He's the bestest friend in the werld. Lots of other cats purred fer me! Sume of these cats were on sumethin called rpc. I got better!

When my outside hurts were better, I had an operation to try n make my back legs werk. The operation werked! I slowly started to walk again. I'll never walk like most cats, n my legs will always be furry short cause I didnt get enuff fud as a kitten. But I can walk, n run, n climb.

Then Momma Jo started lukkin fer a home fer me to live all the time. She had lots of cats n didnt think, much as she luvved me, that it waz fair to keep me in one small part of the house. Also, my bestest friend, Marble, waznt furry happy livin wiff lots of cats. Momma Jo knew this woman, Auntie Melinda HC from rpc that had jest had the cat, Spike, that lived wiff her fer 19 years, go to the Bridge. So she kept tellin Aunti Melinda how nice we were n sent her piktures of us. Auntie Melinda fell in luv wiff us as soon as she saw the piktures and told Momma Jo that she wanted us. So we came to live here, n now Auntie Melinda is Mom3. It's taken me a long time to get to trust Mom3, but I luv her now. I even lie on her lap when she is on the pooter n purr like crazy when she gives me skritches.

So that's my story!

P.S. The line u can see on my pikture is where I had the operation to fix my back. U cant see that line anymore.

Maxwell

I was borned in January 1995 in a home wif hoomins in it. I waz too young to rememfur clearly what happened but I musta done sumfing dey didn't like, cause dey tossed me out inna Out when I waz bout 7 to 9 weeks old. I wandered round inna Out fur a while an found a house wif a nicenice porch on da front wif a cushion just purrfect fur a babycat to curl up on. Da hoomins found me dere an began to feed me. But, I nevfur got enuff food. Dey had mules an d*gs an uvver cats an crows an I don't rememfur what all an I waz just one of da groop to be fed. Evfurrytime a hoomin wud hold me, I wud purr an ask em to take me inna In but dey wud'nt lissen to me. Den da d*gs started waggin me around by da scruff of my neck an shake me an throw me around. I ovfurheard da hoomins say dey did'nt need anuvver Tom around da yard. (Ize not sure I unnerstand dis - Ize a Maxwell, not a Tom.) Ennyway, one day my mommy came to da house in a metalmonster an picked me up an cuddled me an told me she had a noo home just fur me. I waz so eggsited! I purred an purred an told her how happy I waz to haf a noo home. I waz bout 10 to 12 weeks old when she took me home. I walked into my noo home an discovered dat I had a big sisfur, Callie, who wasn't furry happy to see me. She hissed an growled but I stood my ground. Dis waz MY noo home an I wasn't leavin' it fur nuffin. Evfun now, I don't wanna go inna Out. It's a furry scary world out dere but it's nice an safe an warm an filled wif food in here. I went to da TED (The Evil Doctor) an found out I had a respiratory fecshun dat Mommy gave me nasty medicine fur an also dat Ize positive fur Feline Leukemia. But Mommy sez Ize as healfy as a horse (tho why a horse wud be enny healfier dan a kitty, I don't know) an da TED duzent fink Ize gonna come down wif ennyfing eivfur. Ize as mild a positive as a kitty can be an still be considered positive. Mommy keeps da uvver kitties vaccinated religiously an finks dat evfun wif da small chance dat dey cud get sick frum me, their lives are happier dan if they stayed in da Out an she watches us obsessively fur enny signs of illness but dere's none in dis house. Ize nevfur goin' inna Out again. Ize found my OneTrueHome.

Maxwell

(uh, Lisaviolet, if yoo don't fink it's apurrpriate to tell about da FeLeuk, den yoo can take dat part out but Mommy finks dat may be why I waz tossed out - or at least itz a result of bein' tossed out.)

Dexter

My memory of my time before findin' my OneTrueHome is not real clear. I know I had a home wif hoomins an I rememfur dat dey wud'nt let me up onna bed wif dem. I also haf an instinctive fear of hoomin feet ennyware near me an fink it must be a holdovfur frum my time wif my furst hoomins. Ennyway, I don't rememfur just how old I am but fink I'm somewhere between 2 an 3 yeers old. I lived fur a while in da Out. I don't rememfur just how long. It felt like furever. My liddle pawpads got tuff an callused an my fur got dirty an I got roundworms an I stayed hungry. Den dis Out kitty named Buster told me about a place where a nice hoominlady puts out food fur Out kitties an I went fur some food. I saw her in da door so I started talkin' to her an tellin' her dat I waz tired of da Out an wanted to be inna In. She came out an put me inna box and called my mommy who came and took me wif her. I spent a nite in a dark an scary metalmonster room an den went to TED's where I stayed fur a week while Mommy tried to find my furst hoomins. (Mommy fought someone might be missin' me cause she sed I waz too sweet to not belong to someone.) No one tried to claim me eggsept fur sum stupid kid dat didn't know if I waz a cat or a d*g an claimed I waz his. Ennyway, Mommy told TED to fix what wazn't broke an vaccinate me an evfurryfing else an a week later, I came to my OneTrueHome where I spent da furst couple weeks in prison behind a see-thru door. I cud talk to da uvver kitties but we cud'nt touch each uvver. I love my noo home an all da food I get an I'm nevfur goin' back inna Out again.

Dexter

Dexter went to the Rainbow Bridge on
July 4, 1998
Rest in peace, Dexter, you will be greatly missed

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