Way back in 2002 my human had to put her 12 year old kitty, Ambrosia, to sleep because of a yucky terminal illness. After a month at work her co-workers said you need another kitty. In April of 2002, after a long day at work, they took her to PetSmart and she went into a room where there were kitties needing forever homes. She said Hello to all the kitties and called them by their names. None of them even looked at her or responded at all. I was on the top right corner. She said Hello Ali and I perked right up and meowed. She put her hand up to pet me and I licked her fingers. The lady in charge of the room asked would she like to hold me, of course she said yes. She held me and started scratching me between my ears and I started purring. At that point I was sprung and was taken home where I am in charge.
My human calls me Pookie, Cuddles, Fur Ball, Short Stuff, Snuggle Bum, Sweetie and my favorite Your Royal Cuteness.
That’s how I got my forever home.
Musings of a Senior Kitty & Baby Bunty 