One Friday evening in December, I went to a scrapbooking crop at a nearby church. While unloading my things from the car I heard a tiny little mew. It was sleeting so my friend and I searched for the kitten. When I found her I took her inside with me. Since no one wanted her I said that I would take her home for the weekend and then take her Saturday morning to the vet that another person had called. That night I held her in my fleece jacket and didn't get any scrapbooking done. She was so sweet and calm. I took her home with me and on Saturday I took her to the vet. They were only going to be open for a couple of hours and they were going to leave this tiny kitten there alone for the rest of the weekend. I told them that I would take her back home with me and bring her in on Monday. Well, we fell in love with this little kitten, but I told my children that we couldn't have another pet, either they could have the cat or Shelby, but not both. The family vote was unanimous, everyone wanted to keep the kitten. YEA!
Isn't she adorable?
Well, Shelby ended up on a farm with a family in Ohio that raises Newfoundlands. I'm sure she is much happier there than in her cage at our house. And I am much happier with my wonderful, well-behaved kitty.