Look! I'm a Prince in The Kitten Klub!
"Darling Little Mr. Sneakers"A darling little kitten
Can warm your heart and soul;
With just a purr and a nudge,
It can comfort and console...
The love of the Lord
Is quite similiar indeed;
And it will always be there
Whenever you're in need.
So, I'm sending you this kitten,
With Blessings from above,
To remind you of the warmth inside,
That comes with the Lord's love.
Hi, Hello, and all that happy fuzzy stuff. I'm Mr. Sneakers. I'm a cat. *Walks in a circle really quickly* See? No zippers, or buttons, so this isn't a costume on me. *Pounces on a fuzzy floating in the air and tries to eat it* YUCK! *Spits it back out* I'll never do that again! *Does it again* YUCK!! Oh, right, where was I? Ah, yes... I'ma cat. Not a person talking for a cat. Not a person that THINKS they are a cat.
[I AM A CAT]
Well, a kitten actually. I'm 6 months old.
I have a long story to tell everyone, if they are willing to sit a read it for me. I really don't care to repete it over and over again. That's why I made this here wiki:
My web site is now up and running, and it's almost completed. Have a couple more pages of pics to put up and always have to update the story, (Wich is way behind, btw) but, here's the link anyhow.
I so sadly miss all of you! My friends, and biggest source of support. To you, my Elftown friends, I love you. I truely do love you!
Thanks for visiting!
Look what [Archeress of Mirkwood
] (that's my mommy) made for me! ^_^ She loves me SO much!
Notes from: Mommy
Just a bit over a month ago, Mr. Sneakers should have turned 3 years old. I don't doubt that he would have been still the same 2 monthold sized kitty that he was deemed always to be, but I believe that he was taken unfairly. He proved to have the will to live, and the need to fight, but when Ileft him at the vets office by himself, I believe he thought I had givien up on him, therefore he gave up on himself. After all, in an animal's eyes, when 'mommy' is their life, what do you do when you think she doesn't even care anymore? You stop caring. I believe those were his thoughs as he laid in the cold metal cage byhimself, dying, just wishing 'mommy' would come through the doors, only for it never to happen. As I type this again, I find myself drying my eyes only for them to fill with tears again and again as if he had just died minutes ago.
I'm sorry, I should have listened to my instincts, and not left him there alone. If I had known what I know now, I would have taken him home with me, and let whatever. I know he gave up life because he was left alone, and felt abandoned. When he was left all alone, and no one there to comfort him, it wass easy to give up on himself, and I think that's what happened to him. To my own stupidity I've lost the best friend I've ever had, and one sweet innocent life, one beautiful soul was lost. We all would still have him. He would still be a strong part of all of our lives.
And I'm sorry, Mr. Sneakers. I love you. Mommy would have come to save you if she only knew.