Featuring and authored by - Sophie Biscuit!!!!
I was lost, frightened and my cat mummy was gone. The ground was covered with wet leaves and I fell. This wasn't fun. I cried.
I heard a loud noise and bean voices. I wanted to run, but I couldn't. Making myself even smaller didn't work when the small bean spoke to me.
"Poor itty bitty kitty," Pretty Girl cooed as she lifted me from the hole and into a nice, warm blanket. No more wet leaves and cold outdoors for me. This was kitty cat heaven! Pretty Girl may not be a cat, but she's a great mom.
So, I'm formerly feral....and getting more spoilt each day......
Now, where's my stinky goodness?
Sophie, you are one lucky girl that Pretty Girl found you and made you Formerly Freal
ReplyDeleteFormerly feral is the way to go! Nicki was a feral kitty found at between 8 and 10 weeks of age, and Derry and his siblings were found at 4 to 5 weeks of age. It's much better having a loving home with good human servants!
ReplyDeleteYea!!! You didn't have to go to the V-E-T and have a titanium rod like Millie so you are extra, extra lucky :)
ReplyDeleteAll of us that live here are formerly feral. Isn't it great to have food and a roof over your head and no more wet leaves. That is such a cute story. We like that a lot. Take care and have a great weekend.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet, sweet story. Some of us were formerly feral, too. Forever homes are good!
ReplyDelete~ The Bunch
We're so glad you didn't run or make yourself too small so you could be found! And now you're feral no more!
ReplyDeleteIsn't being formerly feral pawsome! We're glad you let yourself get found. Three cheers for being spoilt! (Meow! Meow! Meow!)
ReplyDelete-Pip, Smidgen, Minnie