You know how they ask ill-mannered people, “Were you born in a barn?” Well, I was, but having lived under those circumstances for a while (it’s not as much fun as you think!), I’ve taken the opposite tack and have perfect behavior! I get along with other animals (except for “mean cats” my rescuer said!), and I love to sit next to (not on!) you while you’re watching TV and just hang around the house making myself useful. Not much to ask of a classic 7-year-old tabby who, despite my name, isn’t skinny at all (I was once, but have long since “matured” into a lovely lady). I just want a place of my own to share because life’s so much nicer with someone to love, don’t you think?