Loki

My city...
Altadena

A little about me...
My Story, by Loki..
The first thing I ever knew was the warmth of my mom, and my brother Lucky. We started as eight, but Lucky and I were the ones who held on. Mom took care of us until some wonderful foster people took us in. They were kind and gentle. I started to think the world might be okay.
Then two strangers showed up and picked me — just me — and I was not happy about it. I was a dignified two-month-old with opinions, and my opinion was "I'm not going anywhere". I made my feelings known the entire car ride.
Then they brought me into my new home.
Toys everywhere. Treats that smelled incredible. A huge backyard just waiting for me. And siblings — Boo and Ween, two cats (also adopted) who clearly thought they were in charge (they were/are), plus four human ones who were all immediately and completely mine.
I stopped complaining..well not entirely...sometimes I'd like more treats.
I think about Lucky sometimes. I know he found his own door to walk through. And Mom was adopted permanently by the foster family. It all worked out.
But me? I'm home. I knew it the second I walked through that door, even if I was too stubborn to admit it that first car-ride home.
Don't tell my mom and dad I said that...I'm holding out for more treats!🐾