I’ve only myself to blame. When my housemate died, I decided to be the alpha with all the other animals and did some very unladylike things to demonstrate my dominance. Well, obviously that didn’t work, ‘cause here I am, homeless (and now at 12 years, with Free Vet Care Support for Life). Even after a year, I’m mighty unhappy about things and am having trouble adjusting, but my mom said that the “real me” loves catnip, sitting in windows and watching birds, hunkering down in laps, and am sweet natured when I get to know you. So all I ask is your patience to help me make a new start as your one and only.