Mr Puddy asked me this question a little while back. what bring your pawrents to adopted you ? and When you first met your pawrents at the Cat Protection Society. Did you flirt them ? and How ? Me and Mom just love to know the love story when you met your pawrents : )
Well, it's kind of a long story. If you really want to know, keep reading.
When dad first met mum, nearly eight years ago, he had a cat (poo-face Salvador) and she had a dog (Maxine the rotti). Dad had just bought a new house and was talking about getting another cat to keep Salvador company. She decided that for Christmas 2005, she would get him a cat as a present. Now we all know that a cat (or dog) is not just for Christmas, but she was fairly certain that dad would look after a cat.
So on 28 December they went to visit the Cat Protection Society in Melbourne to find a brother or sister for Salvador. There was a nice grey kitty they saw first, but another family had already decided to adopt him. They kept looking and eventually narrowed it down to two kitties - me and another one who looked a bit like poo-face Salvador.
They went inside to ask the staff about our details - age, sex, temperament, etc. Dad forgot the number that was on the other kitty's tag so he went back out to check it, and that other cat bit him! Dad decided right there and then that I was the cat for him, because I was a nice quiet girl who didn't bite him. I just sat on the shelf in the shelter and looked sad. I was very sad, because I had been there for three months and no-one had even asked about adopting me. It's hard for black cats to get adopted sometimes; for some reason people are scared of black cats. But dad said I was a pretty girl and he would take me home.
I have been here ever since. Mum moved in with us in 2006, and we have been a happy family from that day.
I bet you didn't know that even though mum is the one who helps me with my blog, I am actually daddy's girl!