by The Barbi Twins
This story is not a story for the faint of heart, though it does have a fairy tale ending. It is about my life. I am a Katrina rescue cat and my current name is Cozy
I was born from a litter of 4, outside the city of New Orleans. New Orleans
mostly consisted of single moms like my mom, because of few spay and neuter
programs. Though I thought I was a cute kitten, humans in the state of LA
still viewed me and my litter-mates as "varmints" and treated all cats as
such. Gosh, my relatives were the reason the rat population was down!
Nothing like a "thank you" to be born behind the junk yard and thrown in the
streets with the other ferals. I quess that is why I am anti-social with
other cats, (and dogs), because I had to fend for myself
