Hello, my name is Muffin. It’s a funny name for a cat, but it’s the one my adoptive mama gave me so that’s good enough for me. You see, I was left at the animal shelter, but one day an elderly lady came in wanting to bring home a sweet cat. She chose me. I was very sweet to her and she was sweet to me. I loved sitting in her lap, and then going to explore the house a little bit, and then coming back, knowing her lap would always be there. But then one day it wasn’t. She wasn’t. I was told she was sick. Then I was told that she had died. I was left all alone in the house, and I wondered how I would manage the house all by myself. It was terribly lonely and confusing, and I kept wondering if I had done something wrong to make my mama sick.
Then one day a different lady came and made me sit in a big plastic box. I hated it and I hated her because she wasn’t my mama. I yelled at her for hours as she drove me to some unknown destination. And when I arrived… there was ANOTHER cat already in the house. This was too much.
Now some time has passed and my unhappiness has also passed. I’ve learned that, actually, a lot of people come through this house and they welcome me in their lap. I tolerate Hopkins (the other cat) and sometimes we sort of sit near each other. That’s about as good as it’s going to get for a cat. And that’s my story!