I lived for a long time in a nice house with a nice lady who gave me food and water and toys and played with me and petted me for hours.

Then, everything changed! She and other people began moving everything around so I didn't even have my favorite resting places or anything. They piled things into boxes and strangers came and hauled stuff out and the next thing I knew was my lady took me outdoors--I never liked the outdoors--and locked me out with just a bowl of food and one of water on the stairs of the porch. Then she left.

I ran out of food and water. Huge, mean cats attacked me. Noisy dogs barked at me and smelly cars flew past day and night. I didn't know what to do or where to go. I began to itch all over from little things biting me from nose to tail.

Finally, a new lady came to the house and went inside and I raced in the door between her feet! But she put me right back out again.

The streets were horrible! I stayed close to my old building and then, one day, a man came and put me in a cage of sorts and took me to a kind of place where I'd once been spayed and they did a bunch of stuff to me, including getting rid of those awful things that were biting me.

Then he brought me home to SavannahBest. The big dogs were nice from the beginning.... that little one, the one I call the Devil, chased me mercilessly despite the humans yelling at her. She still does, when the humans aren't around.