Pets point of View
My life is likely to last 15-24 years. Any separation from you will be painful for me.  Remember that BEFORE you get me.

Give me time to understand what you want from me.

Love me like family because in my eyes you are my mom.

Don’t be angry with me for long, and don’t lock me up as punishment.  You have your work, entertainment and friends. I have only YOU!

Remember I have instincts and curiosity that humans forget sometimes. Please dont hurt me for it.

Talk to me sometimes.  Even if I don’t understand your words, I understand your voice and it touches me.

Be aware how you treat me, I will never forget.

Please don’t hit me Im small and defenseless.  I can’t hit back, but I can bite and scratch, and I really don’t want to do that.

Dont ever pick me up by the scruff of my neck just becasue my mommy used to when I was a small baby. I weighed just a few ounces then , now I weigh many pounds and that sure would hurt. Just becasue I have extra skin does'nt mean that is a handle.

Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps another cat has come into our yard, and I see him through the windows, perhaps I’m not getting the right food or maybe I am not feeling well and my heart is old and weak.

Take care of me when I get old. You too will grow old.

Go with me on difficult journeys.  NEVER say, “I can’t bear to watch or let it happen in my absence.” Every thing will be easier on me if YOU are there.
Remember I love you!

Breeders Why ?
We as Breeders Say:
We've sat the whole night through, waiting for babies to be born,
Felt the stress and trepidation when they're still not there by dawn.
We've often felt the heartache, of a little life in our hands,
a darling little baby, who weighs but 60 grams.

We've asked:
Should I do that instead of this ....or this instead of that,
Alone we've fought, and hoped one day, he'll grow to be a cat,
and bring joy to another being, and make a house a home,
We know it's all just up to us, we'll fight this fight alone.

Formula, bottles, heating pads, we've got to get this right,
Two hourly feeds for this tiny guy, throughout the day and night.
In our heart we often know, we're almost sure to lose the fight,
to save this little baby, but God willing ... we just MIGHT.

Day one he's in there fighting, we say a silent prayer,
Day two & three, he's doing well, with lots of love and care.
Day four & five ... he's still alive, our hopes soar to the heavens,
Day six he slips away again, dies in our hands day seven.

We take this little angel, and bury him alone,
With aching heart and burning tears, and an exhausted groan,
We ask ourselves "Why do this? ... why suffer all this pain?"
But seeing the joy our kittens bring... it really self explains.

So, when you think of breeders and label them with "greed",
Think about what we endure to fill another's need.
When you buy a kitten and with your precious dollars part,
You only pay with money ... we pay with our heart.

Miracle of life

"Come quick, come quick", their mother said.  "The time is getting near." She feels that when the kittens come the children should be here.

She told them that a big orange Tom took "Kitty" as his wife. "It's wonderful, a gift from God, the miracle of life."

At half a year young "kitty" feels too painful and too scared, to appreciate six miracles, blind-eyed and yellow haired.

But she knows these lives depend on her and nature tells her how - and as she cleans them, children ask, "Mom, can we go now?"

But now and then for six more weeks the children visit her to play with six new magic toys made of life and fur.

The six weeks pass, the newness gone and new homes yet unfound, Mom bundles up six miracles and takes them to the pound.

Where lovingly, with gentle hands and no tears left to cry, the shelter workers kiss them once and take them off to die.

And "Momma Kitty" now she's called, mourns her loss and then, she's put outside, and of course, she's pregnant once again.

Dad tells "Kitty" STOP THIS NOW or you won't live here long! but deep inside of Momma Cat, this time something's wrong.

Too young, too small, too often bred - now nature's gone awry, Momma Kitty feels it too and she crawls off to die.

She too, is freed from this world, and from her time of strife. How harsh the truth, how high the price ... this "Miracle of Life?"

By Barry Taylor, DVM

Please remember, I want to be part of your family FOREVER. I'm not a toy to be discarded when you tire of me. I will give you lots of love and companionship for many years. I can easily live to be 20 years old.