 
Yeah -- okay -- so it's a
strange name. But, hay, they can call me anything
they want as long as I have this nice warm bed to curl up
in, plenty of good food and keep getting my belly rubbed
a lot.
I'm the newest
member of the family. Used to live with a different
family. Don't know what happened, what I did
wrong. All I know is one day, there I was, all
alone in a great big world. There was all this
white stuff on the ground and it was really cold.
There were all these houses, thought maybe my family was
in one of them, went from door to door, crying as loud as
I could, hoping my family would come out and get
me. Nobody came. It was starting to get dark
and I was getting colder and colder, and hungry, too.
Then a door opened.
I didn't recognize the lady but I gladly ran into her
arms. It felt so good to have her warm arms around
me. She started carrying me inside, the warm air
felt sooo good, but then -- YIKES! -- all these little
hairy dogs were barking at me and
jumping up and down. Thought for sure they were
going to try to eat me. I tried like crazy to get
down but the lady wouldn't let me go. She took me
to another room where there were no dogs, gave me
something warm and comfy to lay on, some food and water,
a clean litter box. She told me I would have to
stay in there by myself until she found out who I
belonged to. She and a man came to see
me a lot, gave me lots of attention. I really liked
"soaking" up all the attention (still
do). That's when they started calling me
Soaker. Well, they never did find out who I
belonged to.
I didn't see the dogs
again for a long time and it was weeks before I even knew
there were two other cats in the house. You guessed
it. I live here now. I don't have to stay in
that room by myself anymore and I have another kitty, Fluff, to play with. K.C., I'm sorry to say, went
to Rainbow bridge shortly after I came. The dogs --
well, they haven't tried to eat me. And I'm kind'a
getting used to them and they're kind'a getting used to
me.
Here
I am recuperating. Gees , I was just starting to
settle in and they took me to this vet person. The
next thing you know, I got this sore tummy.
"No kittens for you," Mom had told me.
Well heck, I didn't want any kittens anyway, not much
more than a kitten myself, but did they have to go and
make my tummy sore? I was really mad at my new mom
and dad for awhile there and I made sure they knew
it. That's when they started adding
"Psycho" to my name. Well, my tummy's all
better now and I'd have to say I'm a pretty happy kitty
these days.
 
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When
Psycho-Soaker came to our door she was clean, apparently
well feed, but cold and frightened. Non of the
neighbors knew who she belonged to, no one answered our
"Found Pet" ad in the newspaper, no one
had called or visited the local animal shelter looking
for a missing pet of her description.
It
would seem she was another victim of those who have the
"throw away pet" mentality. Psycho-Soaker
was lucky. She found someone who had more
compassion for her than those that had raised her.
Most such "throw away pets" are not so lucky,
most die painful deaths, alone, frightened, never knowing
what they did wrong.
If
you do not wish to make a commitment to care for a pet
the rest of it's natural life then do not adopt it.
Above all --
!!!Do
not desert it!!!
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