It was a regular Tuesday at the Pound. I heard Mommie tell the caretaker she wanted an adult female cat that purred. She walked right past me. Luckily for me there were only two such animals
in the shelter and neither of the cats measured up to her purring standards. On her way out Mommie glanced at me and stuck her little finger into the cage – I guess to tease me or something. That’s when I went into my LOUD purring mode.
“Love at first sight.” Mommie reached in and held me to be sure the purring didn’t stop. I could have pur-r-r-r-ed forever if it meant getting out of that prison. Mommie told the caretaker she wanted a cat today
and if I were available she wanted ME. Just think, someone really wanted me! I guess she didn’t care that I was only five months old and male. She just wanted a cat TODAY.
In the office when Mommie was filling out the papers,
she asked if I had a name. Of course I had a name, I just didn’t know what it was. Mommie took another look at me as I scurried under the desks looking for something, anything, to go for a run away from the cage. Mommie told the caretaker
about someone called Woffier* and then she said I brought a sparkle to her eyes, so she called me Sparkles which sounded good to me.
*Woffier was Mommie’s beloved 11-year old German Shepherd who died six weeks earlier. Mommie was really
sad about that.