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The picture showing the good looking guy is me and I’m gonna tell you my story.

It’s Wednesday September 23, 2009 and I’m still here, here being the Cochrane Humane Society, four months by my reckoning. I was found wandering the streets looking for the basic cat necessities, food and warmth. I sure didn’t like it when I first moved in either, and weekends are the worst, no new people to look at for two days, but regular food and a nice soft bed help.

Today I’m not having a good day, I dropped my favourite honeysuckle toy and it rolled under a cage, no-one will get it out for me so I’m just gonna scowl and sulk, and that little kitten having his photo taken needs to learn some humility just as soon as I can get to him. Everyone always takes the kittens, us old hands get ignored while the cute little fluff balls get coo’d over and chosen.

But here comes that lady that was here a couple of days ago. She’s looking into my cage and hey I think it’s me. It is me!

I won’t get too excited, after four months of rejection it’s hard to put on a cute face, just lately I’ve been ignoring visitors, it’s better not to get hopeful so you can't get disappointed. I guess that a cat shrink would say that I’m suffering from depression. Well you try living in a glass fronted metal box for four months and tell me you’re not thinking about sticking your head in the kitty litter.

So what’s the hold up? It appears that paperwork needs to be done, interviews need to be held and money needs to be paid. New Mom just get me outta here!

Here we go... you want me to get in what! It’s a little plastic coffin. So let me get this straight, either I get in that tiny plastic box on the hottest day of the year or I don’t go? Open that door I’m comin’ through!

So new Mom let’s see what ya got for me in my new home. Sunlight! And who turned the heating up? Yahooooooo I’m off to start my new life, do you have aircon new Mom?

Scooter has left the building!