So far, life hasn’t been a big bowl of cream for me or my housemates. After our dad died, someone thought they were doing a good deed by leaving us outside and feeding us, but after a few months, we became really defensive, as there were so many threatening things out there. Once upon a time I was a very sweet gal though, and with the help of the volunteers, I’m slowly coming around. I just know that with patience and love in a nice quiet one-pet home the “old me” will finally emerge. All I need is a chance, so this is my plea for you to give me just that!