The Cat

Sometimes I miss my mom. Not my feline mom, the one who gave birth to me and my litter mates beneath the deck. I only knew her for about five weeks. I barely remember her. My real mom is the one who saved me from going to the Humane Society. My dad, the one who…

The Pride

Red moved in with me and Ant at the end of July 2017. From day 1, he was both courageous and easy going. He came to us with marble blue eyes contrasting with his fluffy black fur. He was so tiny that we suspected he was just slightly too young to be taken away from…

The Face Off

"I brought home a kitten," my older brother Michael texted me one afternoon when I was at Shire University. "He's in the spare bedroom in the basement. Can you check to make sure he's okay?" My eyes widened. My parents weren't going to like this. They had a pretty strong no-pet stance at the time.…