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The Gray Potato
So, that Saturday afternoon we wandered around the cat area of the shelter and found ourselves in a room where a handful of adult cats were allowed to roam freely around the space. We of course spoke to and greeted many cats, but were drawn to one particular short-haired gray cat sitting contently on the highest bed of the room's cat tree.
We both remarked what a beautiful cat she was ... »
Former Puppy Mill Mom
I adopted my first dog, Bonnie, shortly after moving to Texas. She was part of a raid made on a large puppy mill and was in a sorry state when I met her a few days afterward.
She was approximately five years old, who knows how many puppies she had given birth to.
Read About How Bonnie Is Doing Now »