When my cat Lacey was little, he was on the streets. When the Humane Society truck came around, he was the only cat of his litter that was found. I'd consider him lucky. My mother picked him up at the Humane Society when he was about 8 weeks old. He was my best friend. We did a lot together. That may sound strange, but you can figure it out. He is 7 years old now, A.K.A, 49.
My kitten Peyton was also found at the Society. She was crying, mainly because she had a bladder infection. If we hadn't picked her up, she would've died. Right now she is healthy and happy, and is growing every day. I...
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