I was in a shelter, had been living with a family for a year, and for some
reason they gave me up and I spent three weeks in this "cell" with other
dirty cats. I got an upper respiratory infection and I was neutered. I could
have cared less by all the people coming in looking to adopt, I was too sick
and depressed. I climbed to the top of the pole and tried to hide. My mom
(now) saw me and climbed all the way up to get me. She saw how sick and
depressed I was, and refused to look at any of the others crawling up her leg
or into her tote. She took me and I am so healthy and happy now, and so
grateful that I have a nice new home and a mommy who loves me so.