It’s hard on the old ego when your person opts to trade you in for another “model”! I lived with my mom and a dog for about five months and even though she allowed as how I was a “very affectionate” lady, she decided that she preferred a declawed cat. Well, I have to say at least I’m glad that she didn’t decide put me through that painful process, so here I am again, hoping that my loving personality, silky fur, and unique looks (I have an arresting combination of a dilute tortoiseshell body and tabby tail), will persuade you to make your home (and lap!) my last. At just about 2 years old, there’ll be many happy years ahead for us both!