I am a cat. I mostly just kick it around the house. I am enormously clever and have trained my mommy to say, "Sit!" (which I am naturally inclined to do anyways), and then I sit and she gives me treats. It's a good racket.
My mommy and her friend Liza found me in the empty garage of a burnt out house on Beef Bend Road in Tigard (which has since been torn down). My owners had abandoned me and my newborn kittens in the garage, leaving me with only my flea collar and a dirty flannel shirt to lie on. I was very young having gotten knocked up at my first heat, and had a difficult time taking care of my kittens despite Mommy and Liza bringing me food and water. So I abandoned one in a puddle of oil.
When Liza and Mommy found him, they immediately took him to a vet to see what they could do, then stayed up with him for the next 36 hours, feeding him (which he refused to have any part of at first--Mommy had to nearly drown him before he would suck at the bottle, formula coming out his nose and everything!) and making him go potty and keeping him warm. Then they decided that I needed help, so they fetched me and the rest of my babies and kept me safe in Liza's garage.
Once the kittens were old enough to be weaned, they were adopted out to loving people, though Liza kept the one I abandoned and named him Sid. Mommy to me to her mommy since they were getting a new apartment, and we then all moved to Tualatin and were happy happy happy!
I have a bit of a temper and I'm very shy, so I don't socialise much. And when my mommy went away to school for two years, I became depressed and angry. I bite and scratch a lot more now, but I'm also middle-aged, so maybe I'm just cranky.
