My children were nagging me that they wanted a cat. There was an add in the paper that said, "free cats". I phoned the person and then drove out to his home to get one. When I got to his home I found out that they were wild kittens living on his porch. I took me a bit but I finally caught one. It was so scared of me. I put it in a box and into my car, then drove home with him. I put him in the living room and then heard a meowing sound comming from outside. I realized it couldn't be my cat because he was in the living room. I walked outside to see a tinny black kitten in my driveway. The neighbor out back was outside and he stated there was a bunch of kittens running around outside. Apparently they were living under the house. He got one of the kittens too. He also stated that he called the SPCA but they had to many traps in town all ready set and the city is overpopulated with wild cats they just can't keep up with all the calls, and dont have enouph traps to keep up either.

Having two cats was a good thing to happen. They get along so well and play good together. Both of them were wild when we found them but now they are the nicest and friendliest cats. They also play very well together.

My pussy cats do the funniest things and sit in the strangest places. My black one always sits on the coffee pot while im making something to eat. He acts like a dog. He likes people food more than he likes his cat food.

He also likes sleeping in my daughers baby crib. Isn't that the cuttest thing. He likes to be treated like a baby always needing all the attention from everyone. He always sleeps here just about everynight..

 One day I was getting ready for work. I picked up my purse and just about dropped it because there was something moving in it. It was my cat. I guess he was scarred I had to leave and go to work.