Blackberry

I have a baby panther, she is restless and carefree. Okay, she's not a panther; she's my cat named Blackberry. She was found in a blackberry patch, by a girl named Tana Beck. Who rescues cats and kittens that have suffered from neglect. I saw her on a web site; she was nine weeks back then. She was curled up on a blanket and looked wiry, tiny and thin. I was looking for a long-haired Persian with a cute round face. I couldn't find one, and found myself back on Blackberry's space. At the time I wasn't sure why she seemed to call my name. This scrawny little kitten waiting for someone she could claim. I went to meet her face to face to check if we would chime. I was afraid the damage had been done; she hid the whole time. Tana said that's what she did when strangers came around. When rescued it took a hot dog and some time to move her out. I decided to take her home that day and though, it took some time. She made my house her home and now she thinks it's hers - not mine. This once fearful little kitten walks as a hunter proud and tall. When I'm not feeling well she stays beside me through it all. She still hides to this day, when people visit she won't come out. I understand when they are gone, my little panther's face will lookout.