LITTLE
SISTERS
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LITTLE SISTERS |
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This is our sister Pete. Pete is no longer with us. She was 23 years of age when she went to Rainbow Bridge. Her mother Muffin lived next door to us in the trailer park. When her owner found out that she was going to have kittens, she threw her out of the house into the snow. Our MUM brought her over to our house and kept her. Muffin had six kittens. Mum kept Pete.
~We love you and miss you Pete~ from your brothers & sister~
My name is Tizzy. I lived in the trailer park behind the factory where my Dad works. I would come over at night when he was at work, and everyone would feed me. One day I went over to early, and there was a "bad" man there. He had one of the men put me in a box, and take me out along a country road. There he dropped me off and left me by myself. I was only about a month and a half old. I was just a baby. My Dad came to work, and heard what they had done to me. He was "MAD"! Dad jumped in his truck and came after me. I was so scared that I wouldn't come to him. I was afraid that I might get hurt. Finally, I came out of the bushes. Dad picked me up and put me in the truck with him. We went back to the factory, but Dad wouldn't let them hurt me. After work Dad took me home. There sure were allot of cats there. I am glad to live here. It is safe, warm, and food to eat. I don't have to be afraid anymore. I am LOVED, have allot of brothers and sister, and I LOVE everyone
My name is Winaford. I to, lived in the trailer park with Tizzy. Nobody took care of us or fed us. We just survived. There were many cats that lived there. I am very happy I don't have to live there anymore. Our Dad also brought food for me. I wasn't as brave a Tizzy. I never went into the factory. Dad always came outside to feed me. I would wait until he went back in before I would go over and eat the food. I was afraid of everyone. One night I was so hungry, I didn't wait until Dad went back into the factory, I just ran over and started eating. He sat there and talked to me. He was very nice. After his shift was over, he came over and picked me up and put me in the truck. He took me home with him. I am just so happy to be here. Tizzy and I have become very good friends. We like to play together. Thank you for bringing me home Dad.
My name is
Mommy. I think they ran out of names. I was very lucky to find the
home in which I live in. The people that owned me, dropped me off and left
me along the road. I wandered into the trailer park where my Mum
lives. She saw me one morning when she was leaving for work. She
stopped and talked to me, then went into the house to get me some food and
water. I just stayed around the trailer. Mum tried to get me to come
into the house, but I didn't want to. She moved some of the skirting on
the trailer and I lived under the trailer. She always made sure that I was
fed, watered and healthy. I had one litter of kittens. You will meet
one of them, Pookey, on the next page. She found homes for the rest of the
kittens. I was then taken to the vets and spay. When Mum's
bought a house, she made me come inside to live. I really didn't like
living with all the other cats. The house was big enough, so we all had
our space. I am glad that she brought me with her, because nobody else
would have taken as good of care of me as she did. I love my home, my brother,
my sisters, and of course, Mum
& Dad.
Thank's to people like these, we strays have a
place to live where we don't have to be afraid of being dropped off somewhere
and left alone.
My name is Tess. I am the new girl on the block. Like the rest of my family, I was a stray. My Dad brought me home with him. Dad had been feeding me for the past year and a half at the factory where he works. He was always very nice to me, and without him feeding me, I might not have lived through the winter. Without people like my Mum & Dad, many of use would have died. Thank you for bringing me home where I am safe and loved.
"Animals do feel like us, also joy, love, fear and pain but they cannot grasp the spoken word. It is our obligation to take their part and continue to resist the people who profit by them, who slaughter them and who torture them." ~Denis De Roughement
