Kitty cat kitty cat how do you live? Do you catch snakes and bring them proudly in the house? Lie down in the red wheelbarrow? Take one step down? Sleep away the sunny afternoon and get crazy at dusk? Do you like snow? Do you walk in the woods crouching at birdsong? Do you like humans? Do you like me? Are you coming home tonight?
Hi. My name is Mickey. I’m a sixteen-year-old kitty at the Sunshine Coast S.P.C.A. I’m a big black hunk who loves a lap.
Having a tough day? Let me purr it all away. Don’t let my appearance fool you. I’m going to be around for a while. I could really use a new set of digs. I’m no prob with other cats or with dogs as I love everyone. Just give me love, special yummy food, and the occasional med and I’m good to go.
They treat me nice at the S.P.C.A., yet I know that someone out there could use my special set of skills. Some say I’m the most affectionate cat they’ve ever met. I love harder than a puppy or a kitten and can make you feel like Number One, because let’s face it you are Number One. I look into your eyes and plead, “Take me home.” I heard that the S.P.C.A had waived my adoption fee and maybe something can be arranged about vet fees (oh joy).
I know they’ll be sad to see me go, but I deserve a home. You’ll love me, I’m pawsitive.
(Mickey’s story transcribed by Mike Oswald)