My foster mom, with whom I lived for many weeks until I gained my strength and “got growed,” said, “No one told Ritz she was named after a cracker because she’s thinking more along the lines of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel! She’s a very sweet kitten who just seems to have class.” Well, that’s what happens when you’re pampered and coddled — you learn to love (and expect) it! Since I was only three weeks old when found, I needed a lot of TLC to get my weight up with extra nourishment, but one look at me and you’ll see how well that paid off! I’m a darling, medium-haired torti/tabby mix girl who is going to be one of those “can’t-take-your-eyes-off-her” ladies when I’m grown. You be the one to watch that happen!