A Little Girl picked me up!!

Yup, I was picked up, cold and wet and this little girl picked me up and put me into the large pocket in her checkered pinafore. So, of course, I folded myself up, enjoying the warmth and fell asleep. Not completely purr-happy, but at least dry and for the moment, feeling safe.

It was only after I heard her say that she was going to see if she could sell me for a dollar that I started to stir, but then, I was warm and this was a good place to hide...

so I turned around and went back to sleep for quite a long time...

actually, it was too long a time for a little kitten....

Rastus - Just a Little Kitten

THE FIRST YEAR OF MY LIFE
Like every little kitten, I was born nameless. I'm not exactly sure how and when I was separated from my siblings and my mother, but it was when I was still very small and new. Somehow, I was lost and alone, unwanted. I wonder how many humans in this world are like that? Lost? Alone? Unwanted? I guess it is just that we haven't discovered one who wants us. We haven't yet been found. I was waiting for that person to come along. But often nothing good happens all at once, it takes some stepping stones to get to a good place...
I was discarded, cold, hungry and wet; thrown away, fighting for my life; just a little kitten...

Introduction to Rastus, the Motor-Cycling Cat - a real cat!

(A picture of Rastus as a little lost kitten)

This blog is by Rastus the Cat and it is about keeping alive the memory of a very remarkable, brave and (mostly) selfless cat who rode upon a motor-cycle to help raise money for a number of needy charities.
So, after this blog, it will be in the voice of Rastus the Cat, beginning with his life as a kitten back in 1989.
Real photos of this real cat will be posted on this blog. This is his life's story.