Hi. My name is Angel
. Or at least that is what my new keeper is calling me, what a silly name for a boy kitty! Up until last week I was running free around where he works. I lived in the parking lot and a field across the street. He took pity on me because I looked so starved - says I was so skinny my sides were touching through my middle. I know I looked a mess but I didn't have the energy to keep myself well groomed. The first time he saw me he tried to feed me part of his sandwich but I was scared and ran away. Several more times when he saw me he would throw food at me and then once I tried some and it was so delicious. After a few times of this I became less scared. Then he started bringing me real kitty food. Imagine that! Soon it was a regular routine him feeding me at lunch times and on some of his breaks. I even started looking out for him and sometimes waited near his car.
One really special day he brought out a food called "turkey" that he snuck out from work. It was so yummy I was even willing to get close to him and eat some by his feet. It was truly a Thanksgiving feast. Over the next week he continued to bring food and even fresh water - so thoughtful. A few times when I wasn't around he would walk through the parking lot whistling for me and looking under cars. I would then follow him back to his car and have a meal. I was willing to let him get a foot or so from me but any closer made me uncomfortable so I would back away. I was able to eat by his feet as long as he didn't try to touch me and this seemed to please him.
One terrible day though he brought a blue box thing and started moving my food closer and closer to it. Then he put my food just inside it!!! I was so very hungry and he had been so kind I decided it would be ok to put my head in and eat. I didn't notice that I kept pushing the bowl further and further back and I was getting further and further into the box. Then, horrors, when I was almost all the way in he reached down and tried to close the door on me. I was too quick though and twisted my way out. I hid under the next car and refused to go near the food anymore. After a little while he packed up everything and left. I was still scared but also a little sad fearing I had lost a friend. Later that day he came back but I was hiding. He looked for me and I decided to give him another chance and followed him back hoping to get fed. Strangley though he got back in his car and closed the door. Then I noticed some of his lunchmeat on the ground and ate it. Then I saw another piece and went over and ate it. I kept following the pieces until I came to a strange wire box. Somehow, there was food way inside. Since it wasn't the horrible blue box and he was safely closed in his car I thought it would be ok to inch in and get a quick dinner. Suddenly, WHAM! There was this loud clang behind me. I turned to run but the way out was closed. Help. I'm trapped.
TBC
One really special day he brought out a food called "turkey" that he snuck out from work. It was so yummy I was even willing to get close to him and eat some by his feet. It was truly a Thanksgiving feast. Over the next week he continued to bring food and even fresh water - so thoughtful. A few times when I wasn't around he would walk through the parking lot whistling for me and looking under cars. I would then follow him back to his car and have a meal. I was willing to let him get a foot or so from me but any closer made me uncomfortable so I would back away. I was able to eat by his feet as long as he didn't try to touch me and this seemed to please him.
One terrible day though he brought a blue box thing and started moving my food closer and closer to it. Then he put my food just inside it!!! I was so very hungry and he had been so kind I decided it would be ok to put my head in and eat. I didn't notice that I kept pushing the bowl further and further back and I was getting further and further into the box. Then, horrors, when I was almost all the way in he reached down and tried to close the door on me. I was too quick though and twisted my way out. I hid under the next car and refused to go near the food anymore. After a little while he packed up everything and left. I was still scared but also a little sad fearing I had lost a friend. Later that day he came back but I was hiding. He looked for me and I decided to give him another chance and followed him back hoping to get fed. Strangley though he got back in his car and closed the door. Then I noticed some of his lunchmeat on the ground and ate it. Then I saw another piece and went over and ate it. I kept following the pieces until I came to a strange wire box. Somehow, there was food way inside. Since it wasn't the horrible blue box and he was safely closed in his car I thought it would be ok to inch in and get a quick dinner. Suddenly, WHAM! There was this loud clang behind me. I turned to run but the way out was closed. Help. I'm trapped.
TBC
