I went to get a cat from a shelter in June last year, and there were loads to chose between. They were all meowing and rubbing against there cages and being generally wonderful.
I told my "salesgirl" that I wanted to adopt a cat that really needed it - be it 3-legged, old or otherwise undesirable to the general public, and straightaway she took me to the Silent Department for especially frightened, mad or sad cats. In one of the cages i could only see the back of a transport-bag and the girl told me that Uffe was very sad and frightened and didn't want to come out or eat or anything.
Without even seeing him, I knew that he was my cat - and now, 8 months after, I couldn't have been more right!
We are inseparable, and if he had his way, he would sit on my face all day. We play and we talk (his mother is half Siamese, so he talks a lot) and we sleep arm in arm and snooze on the sofa on a Sunday, with him under my chin - BLISS!
As long as I'm alive, Uffe will never feel unsafe og frightened again
Thanks for reading :smile:
I told my "salesgirl" that I wanted to adopt a cat that really needed it - be it 3-legged, old or otherwise undesirable to the general public, and straightaway she took me to the Silent Department for especially frightened, mad or sad cats. In one of the cages i could only see the back of a transport-bag and the girl told me that Uffe was very sad and frightened and didn't want to come out or eat or anything.
Without even seeing him, I knew that he was my cat - and now, 8 months after, I couldn't have been more right!
We are inseparable, and if he had his way, he would sit on my face all day. We play and we talk (his mother is half Siamese, so he talks a lot) and we sleep arm in arm and snooze on the sofa on a Sunday, with him under my chin - BLISS!
As long as I'm alive, Uffe will never feel unsafe og frightened again
Thanks for reading :smile: