My name is Caleb and I am eleven years old. They say that cats have nine lives; well I know I’ve lived through several of them. My first life was not very good. I lived outside alone, had to find my own food and keep safe from predators. I spent many a cold night trying to stay warm. As you can see by my curled up ears, I had frostbite more than once. One day a nice lady started putting food out for me, and the next thing I knew, I was living in her home. Things were good. I had meals on a regular basis and it was so nice to be cozy and warm when the snow was blowing outdoors. I even had several feline friends. Then one day not long ago, my pet parent suddenly passed and I found myself being cared for at The Ark. I’m hoping that I still have a chance at another life, in a warm home, with bright, sunny windows. Am I asking too much?
