I have become the "Cat Lady". All of my cats were rescued by others and brought to me to find a home.
My gray tabby, Winston, was born to as a feral cat on a shipping dock. His siblings did not survive. He however is thriving and has so much personality. He is King in our house and hearts.
My second cat, Scooter, the Black Panther was rescued from running the streets and found shelter from the rain in my Aunts home. She, is the true Cat Lady, and needed to find a home for this wild thing. He plays hards and loves a lot. He sleeps across my neck, he just can't close enough.
My third cat, Chairman Meow, the orange guy, found his way to my niece’s care late one evening after the parties all ended. We tried to find his family or a home, He found where he belonged and we couldn't love him more. He answers to a whistle, he walks on a leash, he is the dog killer, and truly tries to protect us. He sleeps next to me, head near my pillow. He talks and plays. He has warmed our hearts.
Our fuzz butts are the greatest gifts of love.
Salt Lake City, UT
