I'm not sure where or exactly when we were born. When my brother, Norman, and I were about 6 weeks old we were put in one of the night deposit boxes at the Elkhart County Humane Society Shelter with our other brothers, Bill and Stan. Instead of hanging out at the shelter we moved to a veterinary clinic called Animal Aid South. We lived in a glass case in the lobby of the vet clinic so that people
would see us and maybe decide to adopt us. Every time people came in the door we made sure to look as cute as we could. A lot of people talked to us, but then left without us. The humans that worked at the clinic were super nice and took really good care of us. There were some people that came and played with us a couple of times. The one called Carl always got water in his eyes when he saw us. I was kinda cross eyed and I guess that made those things called tears happen. I also heard them say they used to have a trailer they towed when they traveled that was named Norman and it got stolen a few months before we met them. They came back to visit a few times. About that time, Bill and Stan found a home and went to live with their new family. Finally, the human named Michelle came into the clinic and said she and Carl wanted to adopt me and Norman! We got to go home with them and they became our humans. We call them Papa Carl and Mama Michelle. When we were kittens, we spent a lot of time playing upstairs at the house we moved into. We ran around, played with anything we could and climbed the cat climber that the humans got us. One time Michelle and Carl found little things that looked like rice on the bed we hung out on. We got medicine after that. No more rice. After a few months of living here, our greyhound buddy, Greg, moved in. He was actually scared of us, so we didn't hang out too much, but I liked him. Then another greyhound named Jake moved in. He tried to eat me when he got here. He didn't hurt me, just kinda put his mouth around me to see what the humans would do. He ended up living in his muzzle for a long time until he learned not to eat me. Now he's my friend. I like to cuddle with him, especially during the winter months. Greg passed away a few years ago. Kinda miss the guy. After our sister, Priya, moved in I got sick. The humans were pretty worried about me. That's when I went to Purdue to get checked out. After they shaved my belly and did an ultrasound and some other tests, they gave me some medicine and changed my food. I guess I was just stressed out about Priya moving in. Everything was good for several years, then we had some new felines named Harlee and Gixxer move in for a while. I stopped eating so well. My humans thought maybe I had something wrong with my teeth and took me to the doctor. I did have an ouchy tooth, so I had surgery to take it out. After the surgery, for some reason, my blood didn't clot, so I had to be rushed to the emergency clinic. That's when Norman gave me some of his blood. I didn't feel very good, but my blood started clotting. Then I still wasn't eating very good and was losing weight. That's when the humans took me to Purdue, again. This time they decided I needed an endoscopy to check my insides. Well, after that, my blood didn't clot again. (all the numbers in my blood before both procedures were good for clotting) So I ended up having 2 more transfusions. I really didn't feel so good. So after all the tests and transfusions, I got a bunch of medicine and another new food. I also get accupuncture treatments sometimes and those really help me. It's been kind of a crazy journey, but I feel good now and really like hanging out with my humans. Sometimes I even travel with them. At Christmas time this year, my sister Harlee and I rode in the car to Florida with them. Harlee stayed at Grandma and Grandpa's house. I came back with Carl and Michelle.
