A sweet, playful kitten waiting for the right owner to come along. Sheltered Episode “Velvet” Velvet: I know my mom was red, and my dad was white, but aside from that I don’t know my mom and dads names. And I don’t know who they are. But you know cats have short-term memory, so I don’t really think about my mom that much. My name is Velvet and I am ten weeks old, unfortunately our owners couldn’t find any parents for us. They had to collect all our brothers and sisters and put us all in a box to drop us off at the shelter. It was somewhat claustrophobic because there were nine of us total in the box. And we didn’t know how long we had to be in there and we didn’t have food. It was just dark and hot and sad, because we didn’t know where we were going. Well the morning after we were dropped off a really nice lady pulled off the top of the box and we saw the light of day. And we knew there was hope. I had been in the shelter probably about a week and a half now. I love it. There are so many toys and plenty of room for us to scale the walls and climb the cat tower, fight and wrestle and push each other around and play like we are supposed to play when we are kittens. The hardest thing about being in a shelter is people coming in and out all the time, all day everyday. And you know that they are there because they want to take a cat home. But you never know who they are going to take. And as much as you want it to be you, you also want to go with the perfect owner. So just as much as they are testing us, they are testing us too. You know sometimes when you know that’s not really the people you want to go home with you have to hide. I like hiding; I am kind of shy. I like to be by myself and you know when we are in this type of atmosphere there is really, you know you don’t get your own room, I am not that spoiled. I love napping, but I feel… You know I think about the time that I have and the time that a nap would take and what I could do during that time. So I usually give myself a guilt trip. I probably spend a quarter of my day thinking about food or eating. I love food so much that it is probably bad, a bad thing. Because I probably eat more than I exercise, and I am afraid I might get fat. So if I could have any wish it would be that I got to live in the kitchen of a four star restaurant. You never know where you are going to end up and you never know what your life is going to be like tomorrow. And so you just have to be an optimist and you have to think of things a wish a lot of things. And just go to sleep knowing that tomorrow is another day. What I am looking for in a person is someone who loves me as much as I love them. And cares about me, and spoils me and thinks about me all the time, wants to be with me all the time, and wants to love me all the time. I don’t think I am asking too much, but I have high expectations, what can I say. I think I have a lot to offer to a person. I am very compassionate, I love to cuddle, I am just happy, and it’s just contagious. And to see someone sad and to be able to turn that frown upside down there is nothing like it in the world. And just to know that I was able to fix someone or fix something in someone’s life. There is nothing better for me. As much as I want to be loved, I want to find somebody to love too. I think that that person exists.