What I Remember

by Buster Johnstone

I do not want to remember my first humans. I want to remember the human that I have now. As you know I was at one time a homeless cat. There are no words to write that will tell how It was to live that way.

When I first saw my mommy I just knew that she would love me forever,and she dose. To be homeless is a bad thing. To have a home is the best thing. THANK YOU MOMMY!!!!