Mini was saved and adopted from the pound by my friend Bogusia and my sister Susanne back in 1999. She was such a cute little thing and barely a few weeks old. They brought her home with kennel cough as with most animals that exit the pound. Her favorite thing was cat crack (a.k.a. cat nip). Mini lived a long seven years and traveled many places including Texas and back to California several times. 



Last year Mini escaped and was deemed as missing forever.  Carrie, Susanne, and I put up missing posters all over the neighborhood hoping to find her, but with no avail she was gone for good.  A month later, I went to the pound to volunteer to take pictures of the animals, and by some weird event, found Mini. Mini had lost some weight, but was healthy and alive. 



Mini survived one more year after the big break. For the last 2 1/2 years she has been taken care of by me.