I am a sweet-natured and very playful kitty. My story is a typical Rags-to-Riches tale. I come from a broken home, and know very little of the details of my parents or where I was born. I somehow ended up at the Last-Chance Shelter in a Virginia town. It was there were my luck began to change. One sunny Saturday morning, a youngish female student came looking to adopt a kitten. I was lounging in the litter box in the cage I shared with four other kitties. I don't really know why, but I was. The female began to peruse the cages, and when she came to mine, our eyes met. I was only 8 weeks old at the time, and was pretty much all eyes and ears, so I was very adorable and cuddly-looking. The female reached into my cage and picked me up. She attempted to hold me and pet me, but I was so frightened, I climbed up her arms and onto her shoulders, hiding in her long hair. Apparently this seemed attractive to her, and she took me home. She also took a kitten from a nearby cage who I'd never met. We went home with the woman, whose name I learned was Rachel, and I embarked on my new life, in the lap of luxury. I am a Kitten of Leisure, and spend my days lounging around our apartment, sleeping in boxes or bags or whatever I can find, chasing my domestic partner, Noodles, around, and eating kibble.
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