My name is Biggs.  I am a diabetic cat.  I wandered into my Mums yard one day.  She looked out the window and saw me limping.  Of course, she brought me in the house.  She fed me and brushed me.  A couple of weeks later, I became sick.  I just laid around and wouldn't eat.  Mum became concerned.  She called the vets.  I was at the vets for about three days.  The vet called my Mum.  He said that he couldn't be for sure how old I was, but I was healthy except for one thing.  I was diabetic.  He said that he could put me to sleep.  My Mum told him that she had a human son that was also a diabetic and that she didn't put him to sleep, so do what you have to do to make him well.  I guess he got told.  Way to go Mum.  Needless to say, I spent about two more weeks over there so they could get my blood sugar stabilized.  Mum and Dad came over every day to see me.  Everyone at the vets took real good care of me.  Finally the day came, I got to go home.   Mum took me to the pharmacy to pick up my insulin.  Everyone down there made a big fuss over me.  I kind of liked it.  At last I was home.  I have to have two shots a day, and have my blood checked every six months.  I sure am glad I have a home like this.  Some people would have had me put to sleep.

My name is Manuel.  I had a home at one time.  The people that had me before moved and left me behind.  Two little neighbor girls started feeding me and taking care of me.  Their mother wouldn't let them bring me in the house.  One day while the girls were at school the mother took me to the vets and told them to find me a good home because she didn't want me.  A couple of weeks later this woman came in and wanted to see me.  The vet brought me out and the woman asked if she could hold me.  That was all that it took.  She took me home.  Thank's Mum!  I am not sure what would have happened to me if Mum hadn't took me home.  I might not be here today.  I have seven brothers and sisters.  I can live with that.  I have a warm, safe house and food to eat. 

Hi, my name is Pookey.  Out of all the cats in this house, I am the only one that isn't a stray.  I was born into this family.  You might have seen my mom on the "little sisters" page.  I am very lucky.  I like living with this family.  It's safe, warm, allot of love, care, and plenty of friends to play with. 

Hello again!  You remember me.  Mum put me on the Welcome page.  Mum said that I didn't have to tell my story again, because you probably already read it.  I am glad to see all of you again.  Thank you for visiting OUR page.

My name is Gossimair.  Goz for short.  Nobody really knows allot about me.  My Dad found me at the vets.  They called me Norwegian Red.  They couldn't tell my Dad very much about me because they weren't sure where I came from.  I was just there.  They let me have the run of the office.  I have twenty-one toes also.  I am just glad that I have a good home where people love me, take good care of me, and I have my seven brothers and sisters to play with.