Magnus is a cat. He is black and tan, has very thick fur, and a long ruff around his face like a lion. He was born in a field and lived with his mom and dad. He liked living in the field, playing, and learning to hunt. He was afraid of people. One day some people trapped him and took them to a big building called an animal rescue shelter. The people were nice to him. They fed him and played with him. He decided it wasn’t so bad there. He didn’t get to go outside anymore but he had toys and a bed. Lots of people came to look at him and the other cats in the shelter. Sometimes people took other kitties home with them. But, no one wanted Magnus. He was sad and lonely. He missed his sister and he missed playing in the fields, chasing the shadows, and sniffing the breeze. He didn’t play anymore. He spent most of his time sleeping. He stopped looking at the people who came by. Then one day a mom and a little girl came to the shelter. They stopped at Magnus’ cage and talked to him in with soft voices. Magnus sat up on his bench and listened to them talk. He purred. The little girl petted him. He purred louder. She asked Magnus if he wanted to go home with her. He purred louder. The mom picked up Magnus and they took him home. At first, Magnus was afraid. But the little girl kept petting him and talking to him in a soft voice. She even sang to him. He had his own room with toys and bed. Best of all, he had a blanket. Magnus loved his blanket. It was soft and furry, and black and tan, just like him. He loved to curl up on his blanket and nap. One day, Magnus went back to his room after breakfast, and his blanket was gone! He looked and looked for it, all over the house. Finally, he jumped up on the little girl’s bed and found his blanket was there. He was so happy! He purred, rubbed his face on the blanket, kneaded it with his paws, curled up, and took a nap. Magnus was happy and home. He knew he belonged.