My female owner had to give me up for a noble reason.  She took in her troubled step-daughter when she began having major problems in her own mother's home.  The step-daughter was ashmatic and we ended up in the garage.  With outside pressure, she was forced to make a very hard decision.  The saddest part is that she had lost her 24 year old son just the year before in an accident.   But she did the biggest act of love and found us a safe place in a rescue group.

I am a little overweight, but that just means there is more of me to love.  I adjust quickly (as I did in my foster mom's home) and just kind of float around all the new cats in the house!  Pretty awesome, huh?  I am so very affectionate, love toys - especially "my RAT" (which is any mouse!), and am thinking positive about this new adventure I am embarking. 

I would love to be your forever kittykat and promise to "Jenny Craig" it as my former boy used to say!  Won't you be mine?