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Forever Home: Buddy the Cat finds One

I am a cat lover. I have had many cats and volunteer at a cat sanctuary. I love to see kitty-cats find their forever home.

My name is "BUDDY"


Snow covers the ground


Buddy is Cold

My feet are so cold walking on this snow covered ground. I must find a warm place to sleep before the temperature drops below freezing.

It looks like the door to the factory is propped open a crack. I am going to sneak inside to warm my feet.

Finally, to get warm. I have found a nice cuddly place to sleep.

After a few hours I hear someone shout, "Get out of here! You don't belong in here! Scat!".

He chases me back outside into the cold. Now I have no place to keep out of the cold.

This is my typical day for I am a stray, ginger, tabby Cat.

Lunch Area


Buddy likes the Graveyard Shift

I anxiously look forward to the graveyard shift knowing I will get some food in my belly. My friend, Ron, always calls for me at breaktime.

He shares his lunch and then pets my belly. We are close friends. He calls me Buddy.

Pet taxi


Buddy gets Trapped in Pet Taxi

I am getting really cold with the the temperature below zero. I am burrowed inside a cardboard box trying to stay warm.

I hear Ron calling for me but I don't want to move. It is too cold!

He keeps calling, "Buddy, Buddy where are you? Where did my little Buddy go?"

I can't let him worry so I make a mad dash to greet him.

"There is my little Buddy", Ron says, petting my cold head as he smiles.

"Buddy, I have some delicious treats for you.", says Ron, as he opens a zippered like bag. It smells like chicken. He tosses a handful into a cage like thing and I rush in to gobble them up, but suddenly he closes a door behind me.

The Truck Buddy Rides Inside


Buddy Gets to Take a Ride

I forget about the treats. I begin crying loudly but he pays no attention.

"It is okay little Buddy. You are in a pet taxi. You are safe", says Ron.

He carries this taxi with me in it to a big grey metal thing on wheels. He calls it a truck. He opens the door and gently puts the pet taxi on the front seat next to him. I am meowing loudly but he ignores my pleas and drives away.

I am so frightened. I am trapped in a cage, inside a metal thing on wheels that is traveling on a road.

Wood Floor


Buddy's Paws Touch a New surface

Finally the truck stops. "We are home little Buddy", says Ron.

He carries the pet taxi inside the house carefully placing it on the floor.

Unlatching the pet taxi door he coaxes me, "Come out little Buddy. It's safe. You can come out now".

One paw at a time I begin my exit onto a strange floor made of wood. I love the way it feels on my toes. It's warm and firm. Not bumpy like gravel.

Buddy in the Family Room


Buddy Explores His New House

As the warm air hits me in the face, I feel warm and cozy. I begin to feel safer and start exploring.

Each room feels different. The one where I smell food has a shiny slick floor. He calls it the kitchen.

"Here little Buddy", says Ron. "Here is some food and water for you." as he places two bowls on the floor.

I take a drink then begin roaming again.

The next room he calls the family room. The floor is soft, plush and warm reminding me of my momma's fur.



Buddy is Safe in His Forever Home

"Here little Buddy, come sit with me." Ron says as he pats this thing he calls a couch. I jump up. Then I curl up beside him as he pets me.

"Welcome to your new home Buddy. I am your Daddy. I am going to take care of you." Ron says as he drifts off to sleep.

Suddenly I feel safe. I no longer have to worry about where to sleep or finding food to eat. I am so happy to have found a forever home.

Knowing I am his little Buddy, I stretch out my paws onto my Daddy's chest and take a catnap.