This is my story.

Not much is known about me. I ended up in a wire cage in a high kill shelter. I was actually being “fostered” if you can call it that. I was housed in a trailer and a lady came in and fed us and took cats out as their number was up. It was an awful place with about 100 cats inside and out. It stunk and was not very clean. My mommie (typist) was told that my eyes were removed when I was young but she believes they had been done not too long before as she feels they healed all the way after she got me. I was a year and a half and my number was almost up and when she saw my picture she said “oh heck no!” She called them that day and told them to put a hold on me…