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After our mother came back, she started leading us to some food the Food People put out. This was great! As feral cats, we sometimes found it hard to get enough to eat. A handout was never refused. One day, I got hurt. I don't know how it happened, but my leg went "CRACK!" and I couldn't put any weight on it. Oh, how awful that was! I cried and cried, and I was hungry, too, because I couldn't go to the Food People's house to eat. My mother tried to take care of me, and finally I was able to get around again, although I still couldn't put any weight on my leg. Very soon after I started going to the Food People's house again, my brother and I saw the food had been put into a wire box. That was odd, but it seemed safe enough. My brother went into the box to get the food and suddenly the door shut and he couldn't get out! The Food Lady came and took him into her house, then put the wire box out again. The food inside smelled so yummy and I was so hungry, I just couldn't resist. The box seemed okay again. Maybe it would stay open. Well, it didn't. The door shut with a loud snap that scared me. The Food Lady came out again and took me into her house where my brother was. The Food Lady tried to be kind and gentle, and at least I wasn't alone, but I was terribly frightened and I wanted my mother. The next day, we were taken to another place where we were given medicine to make us sleepy. We had an operation (the Food Lady called it "neutering") and some vaccinations. I could hear the Food Lady talking to the Food Dude, and she was saying she didn't want to let us go back outside. Couldn't she "foster" us? I guess the Food Dude agreed that fostering would be okay, because that's what happened. We stayed inside where we were nice and warm and had lots to eat, and we got to call the Food People "Mommy" and "Daddy" while we waited for a forever home. Mommy said I might have to wait a long time because not only did I have a broken leg, I also have a heart murmur. Most people don't want a pet with a medical problem. Every couple of weeks, Mommy would take us to something called "pet adoption". I hated that--it was kinda scary. Besides, I was starting to like this place and these people, and I didn't want to go somewhere else and let strangers stare at me. We'd come home from pet adoption, and Mommy would be sad because nobody seemed to want us. We would be extra cute to make her happy again. After almost six months of going to pet adoptions, a nice lady called Mommy to see if she could adopt one of us. When we met her, nice as she was, I was afraid and really just wanted to go back to Mommy. My brother was always better at meeting people, and the nice lady ended up taking him to her home to live forever. What was going to happen to me now? My brother was gone. How was I going to go to pet adoptions without him? What if I went and some stranger liked me? I'd have to go to a new place, and I really didn't like new places. What I did like was the house I was living in already, and the people and animals that lived there, too. Mommy? Daddy? Couldn't I please stay with you? I'll be so good! I guess they understood me, because Mommy says I never have to go to another pet adoption. I have a new brother, JR, and we hang out on the bed all day and play chase games all night. I have toys of my own, too, and people who love me. I'm finally home. |
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I'm Hudson, and I'm the littlest member of my new family. My brother, Hawn, and I were born to a feral cat named Karma. When we were very little, our mother was trapped by the Food People and she was away for several days. I know the Food People didn't know about us, or they wouldn't have kept our mother from us. Somehow, though, we managed to survive.