I can still remember my very first day at HATS. I was terrified! I'd been caught in a livetrap and had to ride in the back of a truck. Have you ever ridden in the back of a pick-up going down M-20? Not a very peaceful ride, let me tell you. So after they took me out of that contraption, I hid in the back of my kennel for almost a week. I would hiss and growl at anyone who attempted to touch me. Could you blame me? I didn't know or trust these new people! But slowly, I began to realize I was at a good place. These people were giving me food and trying to take care of me. Fast forward several weeks later and I was crawling into staff laps and begging for attention. These days, you can find me in one of the catteries hanging out with my other cat friends. I don't care for dogs, but I like older children.