Dear Momcat and Dadcat:
I remember when you walked into Adopt-a-Cat. You looked so sad that I just knew I had to adopt you. It wasn't easy convincing you, though.
You walked around the new arrivals room and I patiently snaked between your feet. In the main room, it seemed to me you cuddled every kitty there. I leapt from shelf to shelf and insinuated myself between you and each kitty. That got me a few more hugs, but you still weren't getting the message. Next, you climbed the stairs to the second level. I jumped to the banister and walked with you the whole way.
You kept saying that you wanted a lap kitty. Well, HELLO? I was right there the whole time! As you headed down the stairs again, I had to take drastic measures. I jumped from the banister to Momcat's shoulder and held on and refused to let go. It made you laugh when I rode around on your shoulder. Finally, I had your undivided attention!
Dadcat held me and snuggled me real good. Momcat made mention that I had followed you guys around from the minute you got there. DUH!
The volunteers said my name was Roberta and that I had been found at Denali National Park and that I was about 3 years old. I was laughing on the inside because I had never answered to the name Roberta and never would and because I was over 10 years old!
To close the deal, I walked into the kitty carrier myself. (If I could have managed it, I would have closed the door behind me). You finally realized that I had adopted from that very first moment.
Now that I know you better, I realize I didn't need to lie about my age. But, I felt you might not take a chance on an older girl like me. And, thanks for changing my name. Cammie is a good name, I had another name for over 10 years ~ but I'm keeping that a secret.
GOTCHA!
Love, Cammie
Anchorage, AK