The man was just angry.
We didn't know why. We're just little kittens who showed up at his house.
He wanted us off his property, so he trapped us (which was a lucky thing looking back) and drove us to CFC. We could hear the staff whispering, "no space," "feral," and "they're so scared." We were particularly scared as we had arrived in a wire crate in the back of a pick up truck and had just been hosed down by the trapper hoping it would calm us.
We were NOT calm and were very scared. Very!
And then we heard the magical words, "We'll take them."
We could exhale. We knew anything would be better. We had a chance.
Today we find ourselves tucked away in a foster home. We are still a bit hissy but our new foster mom picks us up with the greatest of ease and tells us we are the best. She tells us we are beautiful and we will be fine. We feel safe and secure and are making progress already!!!
We are Misty May and Kerri.
Olympians breaking records in our own special way.