Thanks!... And Smeagol's Story
I'm goin' to tell my story first, since I was here first (well Mystery was 'dopted first, but she's downstairs right now). Mom and Dad came to the shelter on New Year's Eve 2002 'cause their kitty Smokey (more about him later) had gone to the Rainbow Bridge a few days before and they were really sad. They knew they could never replace him, but they were hopin' that they could help another kitty who needed a home. I saw them walkin' by and I could tell they were sad, so I reached through the cage at them and talked to them lots! I was only 8 months old and my name then was Peppy, which was okay (and it really fit me),but I had such big eyes and liked to creep around, so Mom and Dad decided to call me Smeagol. (Sometimes they call me Gollum, like when I go to the v-e-t!)
When we got home, I saw that Mom and Dad still had a tree inside their house! I had so much fun climbin' it, runnin' up and down the stairs and climbin' the bannister (I wouldn't let them get a picture of me doin' that, incriminatin' evidence y'know) that I knew I was home for good!
A week later they tooked me to the v-e-t to get nootered and left me overnight! Mom was afraid I'd think they were givin' me back to the shelter, but I knew they'd be back for me. (Not that I was happy about the nootering).
I had about a year and a half of peace, then Strider showed up. I'll let him tell you his story in the next post...