This is my sister Tasha. We've known her for along time. She used to belong to a man that lived near us. Then one day he left. The lady that lived in the house kept her for awhile and then decided she didn't want her. So, she put her out. One of the neighbors started threatening to shoot her. My mommy and Daddy tried to help her, but she was so scared of people after all she'd been through that she ran from them. So, they started leaving food out for her. For the longest time, she would run if they so much as opened the door to go outside. Then one day my Mommy was upstairs and my Daddy called her. She came downstairs to find Daddy on the patio with Tasha in his arms.

She's a part of our family now. I don't much like her, but Lestat does. She is funny, she likes to roll on her back and show everyone her big fat tummy. She likes the human kids even and she always comes when called. She learned pretty fast to look down her nose at the d*gs. I'm used to being the center of my Daddy's attention, but I guess I will have to get used to her.

Update March 2002: Tasha has been with us for a year now. You'd never know she used to be a shy, scared kitty. She loves to curl up with Lestat and she was the first to make friends with Dante. It took her some time to get used to staying in the house, and she actually did escape twice. She has also given Meowmy a couple of scares by hiding.