When I Was Adopted

I have been living with my mom and dad for only about 2 years. When I was adopted I was rather stand-offish and shy. Think it was because I had been living on the street before I was put into the feline foster care system. You see, I am a cat. My name is Kitty, and I am 3 years old. But when your a young cat on the streets you need to grow up fast. There's no time for play. When the authorizes picked me up I was pregnant. Sure my guy, he was a cute, fuzzy & cuddly for sure. They all are, until they find out where all those cuddle dates get them; then they run away faster than a cheetah with his tail on fire. I had to give my babies up, not because I did not want them. Or because I was still a baby myself. Let's just face it, society does not really recognize a cat's parental rights. But I know based on my journey they are in safe and loving homes, and that makes me feel better. And as much as I try my best to maintain my adult cat demeanor, it is great to live with people who let me be a kitten.