Who knows? Maybe I was caught doing something “illegal” when I was a kitten, but that’s my name and I’m sticking to it (although I probably wouldn’t be brokenhearted if you changed it)! When my mom had to move to a place that didn’t allow cats, my housemate, Gramps, and I went to live with friends who had their own cats and dogs, and it was not a match made in heaven! I’m a lovely 4-year-old calico lady who is fairly independent (it’s the calico/torti genes!) but if you know the breed, you’ll know the love we’re capable of, and when it’s affection that’s wanted, you’ll be the first to know. If you’re kind enough to give me a new start in life, I promise to welcome you with open paws!