My name is Little Girl. My name used to be Baby Girl when I was really young. My mom and dad changed my name when I got older. I’m 12 years old now and I am a beautiful black kitty, if I do say so myself!
Over the years, my mom and dad got older and my mom got something called Alzheimer’s and my dad got something wrong with his chest. Then one day, my dad suddenly died. I was so sad. And then my mom decided she couldn’t keep me because it was too hard; my dad used to do everything for me and my mom couldn’t. I was even more sad.
But this nice lady came and brought me to her home. After awhile I felt a little better. I started to eat and sleep really well and everything was pretty good. She told me she would see if she could get me into a rescue and that there would eventually be someone who would fall in love with me and I would go live with them. So that made me feel really good!
I’m Ok with other lady cats, because we pretty much ignore each other. I have to tell you that I don’t like boy cats at all. I would be happy being an only cat. I’m Ok with small dogs that ignore me because I just ignore them.
I like to play with toys, and I love nice people. I let my foster mom give me little kisses on my head and I enjoy that. And I like being petted. I do this silly thing where I like to rub my cheek on people so much that I kind of jump up to your hand and sometimes I fall over! It’s kinda funny. I also enjoy looking out the window at birds and squirrels and smelling the air. I’m an indoor-only kitty and always have been.
I’m really good at using my litter box and never miss. I love food, but my foster mom says we need to watch my weight. I don’t know what that means but she says we can’t let me eat too much. She tells me I’m very healthy, and my fur is really glossy and soft, which I’m proud of.
I act really young and can jump and play like a much younger kitty. I hope you will think about taking me home so I can live with you. My foster mom is super nice, but it’s time for me to find a place that is permanent where I can be loved just like my mom and dad used to love me.
Maybe that person is you?
P.S. If I sound like a kitty you would love, don’t forget to email my foster mom, Ann, at firstname.lastname@example.org.