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 wewe 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 have a strange moment I want to tell wewe about her.

Okay, Peyton LOVES shoe boxes. I really don't know why she does. She'd climb in and fifteen dakika later you'd find her asleep in the box. Well right now, she's sleeping on juu of the computer as we speak. Okay, here's the moment.

I was trying to get her inside the shoe box, but she kept escaping. I finally managed to keep her inside, while she kept fighting. She soon understood I wouldn't open up, so she gave up trying. 15 dakika later, I looked inside, and there I found her sound asleep.