Betcha you can't l♥ve just one, the story of Aurora Katrina

Dis is me, Aurora Katrina, who iz now nine yearz old. Dis iz my baby picky-ture when I came ta live wif my momma in her house. I was da furst kitty-catty dat momma ebber brought into her house. Momma wasn't a "cat purr-son" because she was a "dog purr-son" and ebby 'bean in rescue knewz dat in our town.

On a dark 'n rainy 'n cold day, momma gotz a phone callz dat a widdle kitten was tossed out a car window an' had a gimpy leg (dey flung me by my leg) an' fleas an' wormz an' ear bugs an' it was cold an' rainy outside an' da lady on the talkie phone sayz dat no one else would takez da kitten inta' der house. Not one ta ebber say nos when a little furry waz needin' helpz, momma said she would go an' get da baby kitty an' foster it just for over nightz cuz she said she had doggies an' dat she didn't yike kitties. Momma tooked me ta da dog-tor right away an' gotz all kindz of medicine fur me ta gits better. By da next day I was feelin' so comfy an' purrin' my berry bestest purrs fur momma soz she would see dat I yiked her lotz. I thinkz it worked, too, cuz I nebber left an' momma sayz dat I waz da one dat made magic in her h♥art showin' her dat kittiez was purr-ty special.

Dat was dat back den. I am the one dat made my momma inta' a kitty-catty purr-son frum dat timez on. We still haz da doggies in da house but after me three more kittiez gotz ta move in one-by-one, a widdle yike Noahz Ark. Momma sayz dat 'doptin' me waz da bestest thing ebber an' I sayz dat my momma iz da bestest momma ebber.