Of course I never panic now for mew am a brave cat. Older and wiser. In fact, my purrday is next month and I will be eight years young, mew believes. Actually because of my past I tend to panic a lot. But then my meowmie panics offer nothing at all. Worry. Now back to mew story. After mew othfur meowmie went to the bridge I was not in such a good state of mind. I had no real home and while I was boarded with a nice lady--she had so many cats I was NOT pleased. I missed my meowmie and my home. I could hear all the hoomins whispering. One day they put me in my carrying basket and I just freaked out. I didn’t know what was to become of me. Were they taking me to one of those shelters I has heard about? So, I did an embarrassing thing. I screamed and had a panic attack. I um well um the blanket in my basket got all wet. Please don’t tell anyone-- it was an accident. I meowed up a storm. They took me out of my basket, removed me from the car and knocked on a door. It didn’t look like the shelters I had heard about. A funny looking lady opened the door and greeted me. The rest is hertory.
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