Another few days must have passed by in the shelter, as I went through a lots of examination, they gave me needles that scared me to death, washed me, shaved me in a few places, and I really didn’t know where was all this leading to. Then one day, I was taken out from the cage, placed in a carrier, put in a vehicle and driven to a house. The lady was very nice, she kept talking to me, saying whatever she was saying, but when we arrived at her house, hell started. She had seven more cats, as I finally understood that I was just placed to a foster home.
I am a nice cat, but I don’t really like other cats. I prefer to play with my own toys and a human, rather than more cats. I was frightened, angry, scared and I just wanted to die. And as much as I didn’t like the others they all wanted to play with me, or just pick on me. I could not sleep, eat, and go to the washroom without being followed by at least two or three of them. It was bad, bad and bad. But I had no choice. At least I had a roof over my head, I had food and the lady tried her best to make my life easier.