Sometimes you want just one person to love. My first mom and I came from Germany, but her health declined and she moved in with relatives to care for her. I soon found a new home, but when I began stalking the resident cat and pouncing on my new mom’s feet at night, she decided to rehome me. I went to live with a couple, but much preferred my new dad. After he died, I never warmed up to his wife and two “I want attention” nips sealed my fate. I do love being brushed (for a while!) and enjoy playing with toys, so if I promise to be the good, affectionate boy I used to be, will you make me yours?