Gotcha day is when some kitties and their people celebrate the day the people "got cha" I don't like my gotcha day. I like living here (except for that ... boy. I don't like him) but my gotcha day was scary and still is. There were kids running around outside with plastic bags. I was really little and I don't know how I got out there. My grandma found me and caught me and put me on her porch.
I wasn't the only one scared that night. Mom was afraid to leave
her house because scary people had come in and stolen things. 
My grandma told her to come and see me, and mom did. It was the first time she'd gone out at night since the people took her things. Mom loved me and named me Maggie right away. And a day later I got to go live with mom. But it's still a scary day. Every year these kids come to the door with crinkly bags and I remember being scared and cold. It's bad enough when people come to the door. So I wait in my little hiding place. See? I even have my own radiator. It's comfier than it looks. It is NOT a jail!
My grandma told her to come and see me, and mom did. It was the first time she'd gone out at night since the people took her things. Mom loved me and named me Maggie right away. And a day later I got to go live with mom. But it's still a scary day. Every year these kids come to the door with crinkly bags and I remember being scared and cold. It's bad enough when people come to the door. So I wait in my little hiding place. See? I even have my own radiator. It's comfier than it looks. It is NOT a jail! 