Who’d have thought that being loved too much would be a problem? When I was adopted as the “house cat” for an assisted living facility, everyone – and I mean EVERYONE – was ecstatic. I adapted immediately and got along beautifully with all the residents, visiting and schmoozing with them in their rooms, but after a while some of them wanted me for themselves (sharing wasn’t the order of the day apparently!), so much to my dismay, to solve the problem I had to come back here. I miss them a lot, but I’m an adaptable 11-year-old sweetheart (with free vet care), who’d be ever so happy to share all the love they’ll be missing with you!