It is very sad, but I don't remember my mother or father at all. My first memories are at the Animal rescue league of Boston, in the Dedham branch. This is where my daddy found me. I guess it is an ok place, but I wouldn't recommend staying.

I was just a little tiny kitten, and daddy came in one day and I kept going meow, meow until he picked me up. Then I purred for him and let him pet me. As soon as he put me back down I started to meow again. Daddy had to adopt me.

I had a sister, and daddy was going to adopt her as well, but for some reason the shelter wouldn't let you adopt a male and female, even if they were family like us. That was sad, as I will probably never see my sister again.

The good news at the shelter now is that if you get a kitten you must get 2. Sometimes I wish I had a brother or sister to play with, but my daddy daddy takes really good care of me and we play together a lot.

I didn't have a name at the shelter, so daddy named me after Dr. Ferdinand, Ferry for short, Porsche.