About My Sister

Since writing my life story there have been questions about the whereabouts of my sister and how information was obtained about my early life.

When we were dumped by the mean man in the van at the Burger King my sister and I were very afraid. A nice lady overheard my former owners and their disagreement in Burger King. She followed the van out of the parking lot and saw the mean man dump me and my sister out of the van. The nice lady tried to pick both me and my sister up and take us to the local shelter for homeless little kitties. When the lady picked up my sister I got terribly afraid and ran and hid. The lady liked Sissy so well that she kept her. Sissy began her new life only 1/2 block from me and as an outdoor kitty. One day when she was out checking out the neighborhood I saw her in the yard and gave my biggest yell for her. She ran as fast as she could to see me. We talked and talked about our new lives through the screen door. Every day Sissy came to see me. My master thought she was almost as cute as I was. I begged and begged for her to let Sissy in to play but my master was afraid we would fight with each other. Several days later after begging and begging my master finally let her in to play. We played and played. Sissy did not want to leave but my master put her outside to go home. Sissy came every morning to visit me. One day my master followed Sissy home to see where she lived. My master began talking to Sissy's new owner about what a cute kitty she was. The lady told my master the story about the argument in Burger King and how she tried to get both of the cats but one of them got away. She said that when they were dumped out that the mean man in the van threw out our collars with their tags on them. After my master explained that the other wonderful kitty was living at her house she gave her my collar. My master called the vet in California and found out about my early life.

Sissy lived 1/2 block from me for over a year. Every day she came to visit me. We played together everyday. I loved her so much. Sissy's owner's husband was transferred to Florida. Sissy had to move to Florida with her owners and I have not seen her in several years. I missed her so much. I cried and cried every morning when she did not show up to play. After being so sad and depressed for several months my master brought Annie into my life.