Many people have asked me why I, a handsome tuxedo cat with a comfortable living, want to run for mayor of Winnipeg. Politics is an ugly game, they say. You should just let things be, and enjoy yourself!
If only I could. I am one of the lucky ones. I was found. I was brought inside. I lived. Most of my relatives were not so fortunate.
I guess I should start at the beginning.
Almost five years ago I was born on the streets of Winnipeg. I was very lucky. A kind person took me in, and made sure that I got to a shelter. I wasn't at that shelter very long before a nice lady adopted me, and took me to her home.
I wish I could say that I was a wonderful kitten, and the lady and I lived happily ever after. I can't. I was still a scared, semi-feral boy who didn't know how lucky he was. I hissed, and scratched, and the lady took me back to the Winnipeg Humane Society after just a few days.
That would have been the end of my story if not for another kind person. Because I had been returned for bad behaviour, I was supposed to be 'put to sleep'. A lady who worked at the Humane Society didn't like that, so she took me to her home, where I lived for almost 3 years.
Unfortunately, I was still something of a 'wild child', and liked to pick fights with the other cats in the house. I was getting to be quite outrageous in my behaviour, so my kind lady decided that I needed a different home. She found Craig Street Cats, and they were able to offer me a home for however long I need it.
I have learned a lot of things since I moved into my suite here at CSC. I have seen how badly some of my fellow cats are treated by people, and how they suffer from neglect -- on the streets of Winnipeg and in homes that don't give them what they need. I know how many kittens die on Winnipeg streets each year, and the best way to prevent it.
These things bothered me for a long time. Then I heard about Tuxedo Stan, and how he was trying to change things for cats in Halifax, Nova Scotia. I became a big fan, and decided to make a difference for cats in Winnipeg, like Stan was doing for cats where he lived. I wrote to Stan to ask for his endorsement, which he gave me. Sadly, Stan went to the Rainbow Bridge shortly after he sent that endorsement.
Stan ran for mayor of Halifax "because neglect isn't working". After Stan went to the Bridge, his brother, Earl Grey, ran for premier of Nova Scotia, "because neglect still isn't working". I am running for mayor of Winnipeg because neglect doesn't work anywhere.
If only I could. I am one of the lucky ones. I was found. I was brought inside. I lived. Most of my relatives were not so fortunate.
I guess I should start at the beginning.
Almost five years ago I was born on the streets of Winnipeg. I was very lucky. A kind person took me in, and made sure that I got to a shelter. I wasn't at that shelter very long before a nice lady adopted me, and took me to her home.
I wish I could say that I was a wonderful kitten, and the lady and I lived happily ever after. I can't. I was still a scared, semi-feral boy who didn't know how lucky he was. I hissed, and scratched, and the lady took me back to the Winnipeg Humane Society after just a few days.
That would have been the end of my story if not for another kind person. Because I had been returned for bad behaviour, I was supposed to be 'put to sleep'. A lady who worked at the Humane Society didn't like that, so she took me to her home, where I lived for almost 3 years.
Unfortunately, I was still something of a 'wild child', and liked to pick fights with the other cats in the house. I was getting to be quite outrageous in my behaviour, so my kind lady decided that I needed a different home. She found Craig Street Cats, and they were able to offer me a home for however long I need it.
I have learned a lot of things since I moved into my suite here at CSC. I have seen how badly some of my fellow cats are treated by people, and how they suffer from neglect -- on the streets of Winnipeg and in homes that don't give them what they need. I know how many kittens die on Winnipeg streets each year, and the best way to prevent it.
These things bothered me for a long time. Then I heard about Tuxedo Stan, and how he was trying to change things for cats in Halifax, Nova Scotia. I became a big fan, and decided to make a difference for cats in Winnipeg, like Stan was doing for cats where he lived. I wrote to Stan to ask for his endorsement, which he gave me. Sadly, Stan went to the Rainbow Bridge shortly after he sent that endorsement.
Stan ran for mayor of Halifax "because neglect isn't working". After Stan went to the Bridge, his brother, Earl Grey, ran for premier of Nova Scotia, "because neglect still isn't working". I am running for mayor of Winnipeg because neglect doesn't work anywhere.
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