A 15 lb sweet yet sometimes witchy lady cat .... who caws like a crow.

Boy, do I feel like dancing! I can't believe my good fortune!
I've just been given the gift of a *new* home and a *new* beginning!
Along with that came a *new* name. So, from this day forward,
please call me.........

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Hello, people. I'm Witch-Hazel. Just an ordinary cat, with a small handicap and a sometimes sweet personality. Aside from the problem with my eyes, I do have one trait that makes me a bit different than most kitties. You see, instead of meowing, I caw like a crow. Don't remember my exact age, but I think I'm about 5 years old.

Thought my fate was sealed and that I'd hafta live the rest of my days out in that cage at the shelter. But, as it turned out, lady luck was on my side. Or maybe it was the good faerie Freya. Here's what happened.....

Two years ago my humans dumped me into the park to fend for myself. I was born with a problem with my eyes and they probably got tired of giving me the special attention that I required. Or maybe it was my voice that got to them. It was extra hard to stay safe and to find food cuz my eyes were almost pasted closed for most of the time I lived on the streets.

One day I was roaming the park feeling for food between the blades of grass when the next thing I knew someone lifted me off the grass, threw me into a car, and took me to Kings Highway Cat Rescue. I was immediately given a flea bath and then caged.

Thought I was being kidnapped and held for ransom and my heart was beating a mile a minute. Only thing is, since my humans had dumped me I couldn't figure out who would pay ransom money to get me back. So then I started to think that maybe they were gonna auction me off, which scared me even more.

I spent two whole years in that cage. It depressed me but I didn't dare complain. I didn't want to insult the volunteers cuz they took care of my eyes every day, and cuz they gave me plenty of my favorite food to eat. When people came to the shelter to adopt I always got my hopes up and cried to them from my cage, but none of them ever even looked my way. No one has ever even asked to interview me. Never even once!

On May 20, 1998, I *really* got my hopes up. It was the debut of the Kings Highway Cat Rescue Kitty Personals, and I was next in line to make my speech and a plea for a new home. But as luck would have it, our hostess for the event, Bella the fat tabby, was suddenly adopted and the Kitty Personals came to a halt. Ya don't know about the Kitty Personals?

Anyway, getting back to my story: I was sure I'd hafta live in that cage forever, and I probably would've had Diabella not come to my rescue a few days later. Although I am just an ordinary cat, and although my eyes do not look pretty at times, I do have a few things going for me which probably won her over. I am a big girl (15 lbs) and most of the time I'm a cheerful, affectionate lap cat. But I think what really sold her was my predicament. She knew the others had a fighting chance at finding homes, and she knew that the whole time I lived at the shelter no one ever asked to see me, so she came back to get me.

So it looks like today, May 27, 1998, will go down in history as my lucky day. You see, I just arrived at Diabella's house. She keeps telling me that I am beautiful. No one ever said that to me before in my whole life. It's pretty cozy here and I know we're gonna be the best of friends. On the other paw, I can see that I have a lot of work ahead of me with her three guys. All they wanna do is swipe at me and hiss.

Actually, Katzenberg (who I am told loves to open drawers) has already said that he'd be my boyfriend. It's the other two that I'm worried about and I sure do hope they'll come around.

Right now that one she calls Red-Devil is hiding under the bed and whining. I tried to introduce myself, and I'm sure it was my voice that frightened him.

And that Count Dracula one is giving me the evil eye and wants to know what a lady cat is doing here.

I'm gonna make it work. You'll see. They'll come around. Diabella says that I am a very special cat, and that she's keeping me for forever and a day no-matter what. Gotta somehow show those guys that I have have no bad intentions. Ooohhh... Don't mean to be rude, but I gotta run. So long, people. Hafta find the litterbox. Don't want to make a mess and get off on the wrong paw here!

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