I forgot to mention, it was Sept., 2000. I never did know why her name was penciled in on the calendar, I didn't want to know. I had waited long enough for someone to give her a home, her home was with us. I know now that was decided the day I first saw her. (It was the first day I did volunteer work; a coincidence?) Life works in mysterious ways!!
She was taken in to be spayed and to get her shots, (the spaying was unnecessary, as she was already spayed.) It said on her sheet she was five or six years old. I wonder, to this day, why someone would drop her off, in a box and leave her at the door of the shelter, after investing that many years.
I brought my own carrier, and tucked her inside. This was the one and only time she never fussed about going into it! I put her in the passenger seat, so she could see me; she was so good on the drive home, her forever home!
I put her in our spare bedroom so Patches could get used to her. While in there, she came out of her shell. I got to see what a darling girl she was. We call her our play cat, anything that moves is game for her, and she loves bugs. She sleeps cuddled up next to me every night, and always sings me a song before she goes to sleep. She is still very timid and hides whenever someone comes. If we get overnight company she stays in the closet until they leave. She still growls when she is upset about something, but she doesn't hide under the bedspread anymore.
I named her Mittens Pollypaws (Pollypaws for polydactyl.) We love our Mittens, our Toes of Many Colors. Everyday she gives us joy. With us she is happy, safe and content. She is our Big Teddybear.
(Mistrie's story tomorrow)