It’s kind of depressing when one of your people isn’t enormously fond of you, but that’s what happened for me (and my friend, Tuaca). After my beloved dad died, mom quickly brought us here because she simply wasn’t a “cat person” and no longer wanted to care for us. Well, I’m betting there are LOTS of cat people in the area who’d love to care for a sweet, diminutive, 8-year-old gal like me. (I’m on a special diet, so that’s the only “extra care” I need!). I’m tossing my hat in the adoption ring in hopes that you’ll fall really hard, and that won’t happen unless you come meet me, so get a move on!