If you had to write to the shelter about how you got your cat, what would you say? I just wrote to mine and here's what I said:
My name is Trista .
I live in a small town and don't really fit in anywhere in my school. I wasn't ever good at making friends and was more of a loner, but because I'm such a sociable person this often made me sad and depressed.
I had always wanted a dog. I knew dogs were very loyal and would be by your side at all times so I had always thought that a dog is what I needed. My parents often said "No." because we were renting our home and our landlord wouldn't allow it.
When I found out we were going to move and own our own house I was back on asking for a dog. For some reason I was still getting the dreadful "No." and because I wanted to spend time with dogs I started volunteering at CCHS. This still didn't help my depression though because I still had to leave them behind, and especially when I would return and find the dog I befriended gone because they got adopted out.
Months went by and my depression was getting worse, then it happened, my sister brought in her cat. Now, at the time I hated cats, I was afraid of them. Her name was Mystik and she was adopted from CCHS she was known as Que there. Mystik strutted out of her little pet carrier that she was brought in and rubbed up against my leg. My sister informed me that she'd be sticking around for awhile so I might as well get used to her.
Oddly enough I did. I treated Mystik like she was my best friend, because she was. Whenever I came home I would be greeted by that sweet little tabby face staring up at me. She protected me at night, wouldn't let anyone enter my room while I was asleep, not even my mom.
I had Mystik for 3 months, my sister did the most horrible thing by coming home and taking her back. I couldn't stop crying. I was back in my depression state it was the worst day of my life the day that Mystik left.
Two months later November came rolling around. My birthday was coming up and I didn't even care. I was on the computer as usual when my sister called me up and told me to get on the Humane Society webpage and look up a cat. I figured it was a cat for her so I was looking at Tabbys since she already owned one Tabby. I kept naming off some Tabbys until she informed me of the greatest news ever, "This cat is for you, it's your birthday present!"
"Oh really?!" I gasped. "Well in that case I want a black one!"
I quickly went back to the main search page and selected "Cat, Male, Black." and hit enter.
While I was browsing through the cats I kept looking at the dates of how long they had been there. I then came across a sweet little face that had been there for way too long.
His name was CJ and he had been there since June 11th, 2004.
"Thats the one I want! I want CJ!" were the words of excitement that spilled out of my mouth.
Days turned into weeks as my birthday was nearing. I knew what I was getting so excitement filled my life, but my patience wasn't staying with me.
"Can we go see him now?!" I asked my sister. "No, not until your birthday."
"What if he's not there?!" I would sigh. "I'm sure he will be." My sister would inform.
Finally the day came. 4 days after my birthday we went to see dear CJ, and he ended up still being there. A big smile sweeped across my face as I carefully removed him from his cage and carried him to the Get Accquanted room.
My mom was sitting down in a chair, and my sister was leaned up against the wall. I set CJ down and sat upon the floor. He completely ignored my mom and my sister and came straight over to me. He laid into my lap and licked my hand as tears of joy filled my eyes. "I want this one!" I choked out, "I definitly want this one."
So it was set. My mom signed the papers for me because I was too young at the time. CJ was paid for and he left CCHS on November 28th, 2004.
We changed his name to Jack Daniels Joe Mason and he's been the greatest friend a girl could ever ask for. He sleeps with me at night, and makes sure I am never alone. He's curled up in my lap right now as I am typing this out.
Jack Daniels Joe Mason , is the only friend I ever did ask for. He's my gift from God.
My name is Trista .
I live in a small town and don't really fit in anywhere in my school. I wasn't ever good at making friends and was more of a loner, but because I'm such a sociable person this often made me sad and depressed.
I had always wanted a dog. I knew dogs were very loyal and would be by your side at all times so I had always thought that a dog is what I needed. My parents often said "No." because we were renting our home and our landlord wouldn't allow it.
When I found out we were going to move and own our own house I was back on asking for a dog. For some reason I was still getting the dreadful "No." and because I wanted to spend time with dogs I started volunteering at CCHS. This still didn't help my depression though because I still had to leave them behind, and especially when I would return and find the dog I befriended gone because they got adopted out.
Months went by and my depression was getting worse, then it happened, my sister brought in her cat. Now, at the time I hated cats, I was afraid of them. Her name was Mystik and she was adopted from CCHS she was known as Que there. Mystik strutted out of her little pet carrier that she was brought in and rubbed up against my leg. My sister informed me that she'd be sticking around for awhile so I might as well get used to her.
Oddly enough I did. I treated Mystik like she was my best friend, because she was. Whenever I came home I would be greeted by that sweet little tabby face staring up at me. She protected me at night, wouldn't let anyone enter my room while I was asleep, not even my mom.
I had Mystik for 3 months, my sister did the most horrible thing by coming home and taking her back. I couldn't stop crying. I was back in my depression state it was the worst day of my life the day that Mystik left.
Two months later November came rolling around. My birthday was coming up and I didn't even care. I was on the computer as usual when my sister called me up and told me to get on the Humane Society webpage and look up a cat. I figured it was a cat for her so I was looking at Tabbys since she already owned one Tabby. I kept naming off some Tabbys until she informed me of the greatest news ever, "This cat is for you, it's your birthday present!"
"Oh really?!" I gasped. "Well in that case I want a black one!"
I quickly went back to the main search page and selected "Cat, Male, Black." and hit enter.
While I was browsing through the cats I kept looking at the dates of how long they had been there. I then came across a sweet little face that had been there for way too long.
His name was CJ and he had been there since June 11th, 2004.
"Thats the one I want! I want CJ!" were the words of excitement that spilled out of my mouth.
Days turned into weeks as my birthday was nearing. I knew what I was getting so excitement filled my life, but my patience wasn't staying with me.
"Can we go see him now?!" I asked my sister. "No, not until your birthday."
"What if he's not there?!" I would sigh. "I'm sure he will be." My sister would inform.
Finally the day came. 4 days after my birthday we went to see dear CJ, and he ended up still being there. A big smile sweeped across my face as I carefully removed him from his cage and carried him to the Get Accquanted room.
My mom was sitting down in a chair, and my sister was leaned up against the wall. I set CJ down and sat upon the floor. He completely ignored my mom and my sister and came straight over to me. He laid into my lap and licked my hand as tears of joy filled my eyes. "I want this one!" I choked out, "I definitly want this one."
So it was set. My mom signed the papers for me because I was too young at the time. CJ was paid for and he left CCHS on November 28th, 2004.
We changed his name to Jack Daniels Joe Mason and he's been the greatest friend a girl could ever ask for. He sleeps with me at night, and makes sure I am never alone. He's curled up in my lap right now as I am typing this out.
Jack Daniels Joe Mason , is the only friend I ever did ask for. He's my gift from God.
