My First Year
I was born in a shelter outside New York City where my "birth mother" lived.The shelter named me Jinx, and stowed me away for six months - this shelter didn't believe in letting people adopt kittens. They tried to get someone to adopt my mom, but nobody had by the time I left the shelter.
I hated it there - they left me alone all the time, and didn't treat me well. I was relieved when my six months were up and I was put out in front with the rest of the cats up for adoption. My birth mom was still there, but they put me in a little cage with some other cats. They were weird.
One day, a girl came along looking at all of us. She peered into each cage, and picked up a few cats before she got to me. I hated being picked up, I mean, nothing against the girl, but being picked up tended to lead to bad things. I fought her, I drew blood, even, and she put me down.
Much to my surprise, a few minutes later she came back, and told me she was taking me home with her. Something was weird, though, she kept calling me her little boy, and joking with some man about me not having babies. I didn't understand.
I was put in a big plastic box, which was then put in a big metal box that moved. I hated the box, and let her know it too, I can be loud when I want to be.
Finally we stopped at a building and they carried me inside. But when they let me get out of the box, I was on a big metal table with some weird bearded guy looking over me. And he had needles, and gloved fingers, and looked dirty. I'd gotten really good at hissing and fighting during my six months in the shelter, and used every skill I had to stop him.
Ew.
I heard him tell the girl that I was a healthy boy, and she didn't have to worry about getting "a procedure" done, that it had been taken care of. What procedure?
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