This is how I got my name. The night I was found
here it was allready dark. My mewomies could hear me crying but could not catch me. They say I had a really big and loud mouth.
Especailly furr such a little kitty. They were quite worried because it was going to storm and I was not about to let them
get near me.
The night and the storm came and went, the winds blew
and the rain poured. In the morning one of my newfound meowmies found me out in the old worn down barn by the house. I had
hidden under a big pile of old boards in the back of one section of the barn. Meowmie heard me crying but could only see mine
eyes peering out from under the boards. She went back into the house and brought me back some kitty food to eat , I did
come out to eat so she got a good look at me. I was still a little wet and very scared. I'm told I got my name because
I had weathered the storm like a willow bending in the wind. Pluss Paul McCartney had just put out a new song called "Little
Willow" so there I was all fed and named. I never really did tame down much, mine meowmie must have been feral and I kinda
stayed that way myself. But I have lived here mostly outside all mine life. The last few years though as I have gotten
older I chose to come into the garage whenever I want to. And in the winter I stay in the garage in mine nice soft
warm bed. Life has been good to me. I like being Little Willow.