Posted by Loulou on Jul 11, 2013 | 0 comments

I remember mama…I think. I have kitty memories. Memories of rejection, of being on streets I did not know, of having to find food, fend off other kitties, fight for my survival. But I also have other sweet memories of finding a welcoming dish of tuna, of a soft voice calling, “Kitty, kitty, kitty. Come here little cutie poo, I won’t hurt...