While waiting for more intermews to come in, Mom and I decided to intermew each other.
How old were you when you moved in with your family? Were
you a rescue?
Not a rescue, I was a runaway. I loves to run, and so at 8
months old, I runned out of my house and kept running through the woods until I
was good n lost. A very long time later...years probably!...I stumbled up a
steep hill and saw a house that smelled like kittehs. And there was a little
food on the front porch. So I ate it. It had spit on it, but at that time I
wasn't pawticular cuz I was starvy.
Anyway! I hung around, and this black and
white kitteh tried to run me off cuz that was his job: to run off stray cats,
as appointed by his boss, Moose, a tabby wif six toes. It was wintertime and
very cold. My fur had gotten sticky and snarled and turned hard like a turtle
shell. During a blizzard my future meowmy spotted me, called to me, and when I
came, she took me inside the warm house n fed me. She also put me in a big cage
in the kitchen cuz she didn't know if I...ya know...had an STD or sumthin. Then my
future daddy came inside the house. I recognized him. He was wif that black and
white kitteh who tried to run me off, and he threw a snowball at me, unknown to
my future meowmy cuz if she had known, there would have been heck ta pay! She
said to him, 'Meet James' and future daddy sez, 'He looks like a Herman.' So I
became Herman James. I had to go to the vet where I wuz shaved nekked. But my
new mom brought me home in a sweater and I've been happy wif her ever since.