Happy Days!
I am Patachou and this is my little sister, Bête Noir. We are mostly Maine Coon kitties, mostly.
Our mom got too busy to take care of left, so she left us in front of this place. There was food, but there were also some really big and mean looking cats. I was scared and stayed under a car, crying. My sister was braver and she explored a little. After a while this huge person came out and looked under the car. He talked kindly to me and offered me something to eat. The next thing I knew, I was sitting on a nice lady’s lap and started to purr and purr and purr.
"Tell her your special name, little one,” I heard a voice say, so I got close to her ear and whispered it. She started crying because it was the name of a friend’s cat. Her friend had just passed away from cancer and she thought it was a sign letting the nice lady know she was okay. I knew right then and there I had found my forever home.
Then I got really sick and would have died if they hadn’t nursed me back to health, making sure I stay hydrated by using a syringe. Eventually, I was okay, but lonely. The big cats didn’t want much to do with me, especially that mean old Pyewacket.
Then one day, the Nice Lady saw another kitten outside. It was my sister and while they didn’t want another cat, suddenly she was there with me and I was so happy. She was really sick, too, but they made her better and now we are all a family. I make sure my pets know I love them with my very loud ‘parooms’ (that’s what they call my purrs). Pyewacket still doesn’t like me, but I’m bigger than she is now.
This is us at about six months old. We're a lot bigger now.
Our mom got too busy to take care of left, so she left us in front of this place. There was food, but there were also some really big and mean looking cats. I was scared and stayed under a car, crying. My sister was braver and she explored a little. After a while this huge person came out and looked under the car. He talked kindly to me and offered me something to eat. The next thing I knew, I was sitting on a nice lady’s lap and started to purr and purr and purr.
"Tell her your special name, little one,” I heard a voice say, so I got close to her ear and whispered it. She started crying because it was the name of a friend’s cat. Her friend had just passed away from cancer and she thought it was a sign letting the nice lady know she was okay. I knew right then and there I had found my forever home.
Then I got really sick and would have died if they hadn’t nursed me back to health, making sure I stay hydrated by using a syringe. Eventually, I was okay, but lonely. The big cats didn’t want much to do with me, especially that mean old Pyewacket.
Then one day, the Nice Lady saw another kitten outside. It was my sister and while they didn’t want another cat, suddenly she was there with me and I was so happy. She was really sick, too, but they made her better and now we are all a family. I make sure my pets know I love them with my very loud ‘parooms’ (that’s what they call my purrs). Pyewacket still doesn’t like me, but I’m bigger than she is now.
This is us at about six months old. We're a lot bigger now.