When I lived at home I had a cat called Smokey, then when I moved out at 17 I adopted a cat I had found and called her Babe. She was the sweetest little thing, when I took her to the vets they told me she had been mis treated, I was so upset. She had ear mites fleas and worms, luckily they let me off half of the bill as I was willing to give her a home. When I moved to another flat I had to let her go I was sad but she went to a farm where she was well looked after and at least I knew she wasn't being harmed or neglected again.
Then a few years later I got married, my husband said to me before we moved in together NO PETS! Yeah right!!!!! He's in the army and so while he was away I rang him to beg him to let me have a kitten, after some persuasion he agreed. I was so happy!! The only problem was that when I went to see them I couldn't decide which one to keep, also as they were from the same litter I didn't want to seperate them, I ended up with three!!! Rocky, Rambo and Princess. Un fortunately Rocky ran away a few months ago, I'm really sad, just hope he has found a new home with nice people, it's the hardest thing not knowing where they are!!! Well last week I came home from work to find that Princess had given birth to three gorgeous little kittens, which I will be keeping!!!!!!!! So now I have 5 little hungry mouths to feed, expensive but worth every penny!!!