Happy Gotcha Day, Buster!
Woo hoo #8!!!!!!!
It's my 8th Gotcha Day kitties! Come and help me celebrate this momentous occasion. I am very lucky because I don't remember very little at all about not having a home or a family. I was 5 months old when the humans found me in the shelter. The male human fell in love with me on Oct. 16, 2010. They couldn't take me home with them that day because I need to get my male bits taken off first. So while my official Gotcha Day is 10/16/10, I officially came home 10/20/10. Those four days were the longest day of my life!
A look back at my first day here:
Mama says I always look like a mancat not a boycat.
Me hiding in the baffroom after Emma hissed at me.
What lovely memories this day brings!