September 17, 2011
I had been at the shelter since April 2010. I dunno where I came from I don't remember. Apparently I was a "Stray" I don't know what that means - I did have a mama and a 'family' but I don't know why they didn't want me. I ended up in the shelter. In a small room with cats all over the place in cages. I sat there for months trying to look cute and cuddly, just hoping for an adoptive parent to see how cute I was and adopt me. Sadly most people wanted wee kittens... What is so great about a wee kitten I will never know. I got passed over so many times. I watched what the other cats did to get themselves adopted. They'd meow and stick their paws out to prospective meowmies so i did the same. No one adopted me. Months went by... and I saw cats come in and cats leave... I began to think that no one would take me to a furever home. I began to feel sad and kinda upset or depressed. In October (a cold month) a cute lady comes in and looks at random cats in the same room as me but didn't look at me. I did hear her say she wanted an older cat. (this after apparently looking at a scrawny calico they had named Taz who was 9months old) I overheard the lady tell the humane society worker she wanted a cat that already developed a purrsonality and was a lap cat and cuddly. I was all of those but I didn't want to get my hopes up. I didn't do much when the worker opened my door to take me out and put me in a ugh cage. We went into the other room where the other cats were and then into a smaller room where the lady, worker and i sat. I was a little nervous as I had never been in that room before. I had a feeling that this lady liked me... we played a little bit and the worker and lady talked about me and where i came from and whatnot. Then I was put back in the carry cage thing and brought back to my own cage in the cat room. Sadness overwhelmed me again - I was not going to a furever home.
A few days later, the lady returned again and this time with a man - i presume her dad. They took me into that room again and we played. This time the worker was a man and the three adults talked about me and i did my own catly thing and continued to play.
I heard them say they wanted me. I was overjoyed that I was finally going home to a furever place. I knew I would love it . My new meowmie apparently had just lost her other kitty she had had for 19 years and it made me happy that I was going home with them to be their new kitty. I was sad for her too that she had lost her 19 year old cat.
They took me home that day and i was frightened. New smells - new places to hide. I spent my first day and a half hidden under meowmie's bed and behind the couch. Gradually I came out and now almost a full year later I am the happiest kitty in the world. I am Top Cat in this household! I am loved by everyone who comes into the house. I just turned 2 years old on August 22. They guestimated my age and birthdate as August 22 because they adopted me on October 22 and the shelter said i was 14 months old.
So that is my adoption story. - oh by the way the shelter had named me 'Duke" My new family didn't like that name so they re-named me Stormy. It is fitting because of my colours. I love my new family and I would not ever trade them in for anyone else!!!
Stormy the Wonder Cat