My beginnings were humble. I was born to a single mother. My father left before I was born. I do not remember much of my mother except that she had many teets. Eventually I was separated from my mother and siblings. I fould myself eating out of a dumpster with other cats, many of whom were older than me. It did not take long for me to understand what a street cat was. One might think terrible things could happen to a small kitten in this situation but the older cats took me under their paw and groomed me for rescue.
Although much of my charm is natural, the elder cats taught me how to hone in my skills to get a home. Thanks to them I finally did. I love my new home now and my humans but they do not realize that while they are at school and work, I bling and ball out of control....well, as much as a housecat can do that. Also, I make a martini to die for.
