Misty’s NINE LIVES

I picked out Misty at a pound.

‘He’s going to be put to sleep in two days,’ the assistant told me, sighing. ‘Nobody wants him – he’s getting on a bit and everyone says he’s ugly.’

I looked into Misty’s eyes.

‘I’ll take him,’ I said, and Misty came to live with me.

He filled a void in my life.