The price of a stray

Euthanasia!  No!  I know I have FIV.  I know I can spread that to other cats, but I don’t want to hurt them.  If someone would just let me live by myself in their house I could live a life just like any other brown tabby cat.  The woman that feeds me, (I like to think of her as my mom,) loves me too.  I know she does because she brought me to this hospital....even if they are sticking me with a needle!  Every morning, like clock work, I run to my mom's house and she gives me some ice cold water and delicious food!  Sometimes I get into fights with those cats because they want to eat the food my mom put out for me.  One of those black cats looked pretty beat up, so he probably is the one that gave me this stupid disease after cutting the side of my face with his long bladed claws!  Despite this disease these girls are talking about, FIV, I still feel great.  My bones don’t hurt, I love to eat, I love to talk to my friends every morning, and I especially love when my mom comes to visit me.  My only problem is my mouth really hurts.  Every time I bite into something I get a searing sensation throughout my mouth.  Some of my friends have told me they have gone to a person that helped their mouth.  They don’t remember what happened, but they remember waking up and not having teeth!  They told me it sort of hurt for a couple days and after that their mouth felt great!  Maybe I can find one of those people that can fix my mouth.  That’s all I need.  And a home

Wait…I hear those nice ladies talking to the wonderful lady that brought me in.  I hear them saying maybe we can find a home for me.  A home by myself.  Inside.  Where I can have a bed.  Where I can not get beat up at night while I look for a place to sleep.  Where someone can pet me every day.  Wow…that sounds nice.  A home.