You might guess from looking at me that I’ve “eaten well”! Mom fed me three times a day, so I’ve put on a “few” extra pounds that really should come off. I’m a friendly fellow (although shy with strangers) but once I get to know you, I’ll be your new big-hearted friend. I don’t know what gets into me sometimes, as mom said that I’ve gone after her arm and leg while she’s sleeping (possibly something to chase ‘cause they moved?), so maybe if I have something else to occupy me, I’ll do “normal cat stuff” while you’re asleep! Won’t you give me a chance to prove that I really am a lovable guy?