The Life of Fluffin

What's that awful smell? Don't these people know I like Tuna for breakfast? Not chicken! How could these these people do this to me? Water for breakfast too? Not milk?What kind of home is this? Oh right I'm in a shelter. The name's Fluffin. I've been in this shelter for a while. People just want the kittens. Not us grown cats. I watch as every person walks by, looking at some snow white kitten. I'm a tabby, not some fancy Persian. Until now. Some one must have mistaken me for one, because a little girl came running over to me. Shouting "this one! This one!" Before I knew it, I was out of me kennel, and in the little girl's arms. I thought I was dreaming. Was I really getting adopted? That seemed pretty hard to believe, because this was the first time any one noticed me. Could this really be happening? But the little girl gave me back to the shelter lady. Then she put me into a card board box. I was so confused. Why was I put in this box? Then I found out why. I was going home.