Sunday, August 20, 2006

Our first meeting

Scooby and Morgan sunbathing

Can we introduce ourselves? Well tough we're going to anyway. I'm Prince Morgan Lucky but you may call me Morgan.
and i'm Scooby Max (after my mum)...
well yes, obviously. I'm the oldest by 3 months and 7 days. Now I am 2 years old and very intelligent with it. I live very happily in Leicester with my dear brother Scooby and my family but life hasn't always been this easy for me. Let me tell you:
I was born on the 9th April 2004 in a locker at a clinic in London. My lovely mother Max - who had lived there from the Summer before - gave birth to me in a locker. I'll try and arrange for the pictire of the locker to be posted on this blog as I believe it is very important for you to know me. I was one of 6. 6 WOW! Sadly we were a little early and in the following days my five brothers and sisters passed away - now you know where I get all my spirit from I'm not only living for myself but for my 5 siblings as well! As you can imagine anyway it was a very sad time for me and my mum especially. I was very weak and I had to be syringe fed by my good friend Kim. She was helped by a nurse at the clinic whose surname was... yes you've guessed it - Morgan!! That's where I got my groovy name from. The 'Prince' and 'Lucky' bit were added afterwards because that's what I am obviously...
can I tell my story now...
I've not finished yet Scooby Doo...
sorry...
anyway after that rude interruption I'll continue. So I grew and grew gaining weight at an alarming rate. As I grew, I grew more cheeky. Twice I got stuck up trees and was rescued by a carer, Jacqui (who had to climb up the tree after me) and another girl's dad. and finally on the 16th July 2004 I went home.
That's the day I was born...
Here we go...
I was born in the morning on Friday 16th July with me 5 brothers and sisters. Thankfully mummy had a perfect labour and her 6 healthy kittens were born. They were named Scooby (me obviously), Moses, Bo and a boy who was named when he was homed and my sisters Mitsy and Jasmine. Mummy was very ill after we were born and we think she got mastitis. We were very concerned about her so we all were well behaved for her
Yeah, right
Yeah right yourself. One by one the kittens left mummy but I never did. I stayed with her for 9 months. I used to jump on her and she really liked that - not. She would hiss at me but I knew she loved me really... right up to the end. Mummy went on the morning of the 15th May. She was knocked down by a car they told me in the morning. She didn't stand a chance. I carried on for another 2 months as time rolled by. But then a car struck me. Mummy must have been looking down on me because I escaped with a broken pelvis. It did hurt... it was very painful. But they took me to the vets to have it fixed. I never went back to my home again. They didn't want to pay the vets bill for me (even though the person who was looking after me had 5 houses) so I went into the RSPCA. I was there on my 1st birthday and I thought my life couldn't get any worse. Then one day a light appered. A girl who had known me from where I lived heard about me and rushed to my side. She didn't abandon friends you see. When times got tough she didn't just leave me she came and helped me through it. A month later she took me to Leicester where I met Morgan.