I like to think about my life from the day I picked my human at the shelter. I know I was already one years old and things had happened before that, but I don't like to think about that, my first home, my life on the street, all that. Maybe I will think about it someday, but not now, not yet.
Any who, I first saw my human when she looked in the window at the shelter. I don't know what happened that I got the choice window spot, but I knew right away, she was the one. I told her that, yes, she was the one, as much as you can tell a human such a thing. I really think she understood, but sadly the shelter wasn't open yet, so she walked away and that made me sad.
But then she came back, she really did. She opened the door to my cage and I of course jumped into her arms and told her that she must take me home. I thought she understood, but she put me back in my cage and walked away. I was very upset and I am not embarrassed to say I howled, quite a bit, actually. She came back and said something I didn't understand, about I needed to be "fixed". I tried to tell her I was actually very healthy, but she left anyway. Then a man came and opened my cage and tried to stick me with a pointy thing, but I saw my chance and got away and was looking for her, but the man caught me and stuck me with the pointy thing and put me back in the cage. It was not a good day, but I remained hopeful that she might come back, they say that sometimes the humans come back.
Well, that was day one.
