“She was left in a box as a kitten in a Utah snowstorm. My friend picked her out for me and she’s always been gentle, loving, and tolerant, having been dragged around and dressed up in costumes by toddlers when she was young. She likes to sit in the sun and find hidden spots to nap. She was raised like a dog (“Puppykat” is her nickname), and comes to her name or a whistle. I LOVE HER TO THE MOON!” Sadly, my mom’s deteriorating health forced her to relinquish me, but I have high hopes there’ll be someone else who’ll give this senior lady (with vet care support for life) my own shot at the moon!