A word from Daphny…
Do you want to know my story? It was not an easy beginning and I can’t tell all of it because it is just too hard for me. I found myself living on the streets and I had to scrap to survive, eating whatever I could find and fending off all kinds of animals. Somehow I was lucky enough to find myself in one of those big buildings with people all around taking care of me….I think you humans call it a shelter. I was skinny and had all kinds of physical problems.
How lucky was I that my foster mom saw something in me and got me out of there. With lots of TLC I am much better and ready for a new home. I am VERY active, constantly on the move, and I have lots to say. Oh yes, I can have my cuddle moments and purr but there is just so much to see and do and make up for lost time.
I still have that scrappy instinct though and if another cat comes up to me, I will not stand down and….well fists could fly, So my new digs would be better if I was the only one.