Some day, I'm going to write my autobiography. It might take a while, since I'm a cat and all, but I have lots of stories to share with the world.

 

It all started when I was just a baby. My brother and I ventured out on our own at just three-weeks of age. Well, now I know why kittens are supposed to stay with their mama until they are at least eight-weeks-old. We ended up trapped in a window well, which was rapidly filling with water during a tropical storm.

 

Luckily, we were rescued, and I'm am still here to tell my tail...err, tale. Since then, I've been living in a foster home. I've met lots of other cats, and boy do I have some funny stories!

 

Speaking of funny- my foster mom says I have a great sense of humor. I like to play with the laces on her shoes- while she's still wearing them-and lick her finger when she pets me.

 

I love getting pets, and curling up with my foster family in bed. When it comes to new people though, I'm quite bashful! It takes me a while to warm up to new people and new situations, and I will need a nice looong acclimation period when I go to my forever home. I get along great with other cats, so I'd love to have a brother or sister.

So, here's the first chapter in my story- I hope you will be a part of my next chapter!