Kitten's diary

My name is Ashley. At least that's my latest. The first owner
called me Garbage.

I remember my mum. We were separated when I was only four weeks
old. Mum used to feed me. I sucked her nipples. But what I
missed most was her love. The owner hated me.

The day they left they packed up all the furniture they left me
alone on the balcony in the cold. I did not know what to do. I
miaowed but no-one came. A long black night passed. I had to
escape. I jumped and landed in the tree.

Fortunately it was a nice fine day. The woman they call the cat
lady was walking in the park and she saw me. This was the best
day of my life. But I was ill.

Next day I was taken in a basket to someone they call the vet.
He put a sharp needle into me. I screamed. It hurt. I wondered
if my life was going to be all torture.

Nevertheless to my surprise the next day I woke up feeling better
lying down next to a big dog. "You have had the flu" said the
lady.

She put some milk into a saucer and I was able to lap it. I had
not tried before. The lady put some soft food into her hand and
I was able to eat this too.

There were lots of others cats in her house. Big cats. But none
as loving as my mum. I did miss her. But I watched what they did
and started to play about.

One day they put me in the box and took me to church. The lady
took her dog along too. I purred and purred because everyone in
the church stroked me. The lady vicar took me in her hands and
made a fuss of me. I heard them say this was an animal blessing
service. The dog I had got to know was there too.

I had been there in the big house for six weeks then was taken
to the church again. Another lady took me home. I am just
settling down. But the kitten food is delicious and there is a
nice room to play in. I hope I will be able to stay. The garden
looks nice and the lady was saying I could go outside to play
soon. My name is Ashley.

P.S. I've had a sex change. They thought I was a boy, but I'm a
girl