We survived, living day by day, sharing with each other all we had. Finally someone noticed us and took us to Wishbone. There we were fed, nurtured and cared for, but still didn’t feel safe. We didn’t trust the people helping us. We didn’t trust the people who loved us. We just didn’t know how. Two months ago we were taken to our foster home. At first it wasn’t easy for us or for them, but Carol and Jill never gave up. They were patient, kind and loved us unconditionally. Overtime we started to return the love in small, trusting ways. One of us, Dunn, is more social than Brooks. He is like the big brother who lets Brooks know it is ok to be cuddled by someone and nibble tuna from a loving hand. Although Brooks still scampers away when Carol or Jill get too close, he does not cower or act scared, just cautious like his survival skills taught him. We love to play with all kinds of toys, especially lasers and love to climb our cat tower. We also know we can always go to our special place when things get too much and we want to rest.