Queen BonnieCat
I was six years younger in this picture.
My mother wasn't sure she wanted me. she came to the Humane Society witah her mother, looking for a kitty and the one she thought she wanted was gone when she came back. She checked out a couple more kitties (one of them bit her!) and one of the volunteers dumped me into her arms. She still wasn't sure, but her mother told her I was the one. I was 'free', she got me on a special weekend and when she took me to the vet, he examined me and told me I was 'perfect' and didn't charge her for that. My name was Brandy, then, but she changed it to Bonnie. It took us awhile to warm up to each other. Her mother died, six weeks later. We've moved from the old apartment to a house to another apartment and then another one, before we ended up here. Together. She always makes sure I know I'm going with her, and she rides with me on her lap on the way to the new places. She lets me wake her up and feeds me, and cuddles me before she goes back to sleep. She always makes sure to say goodbye when she leaves, and answers me when she comes back and unlocks the door. She loves me, a lot.