My foster mom picked me out from a room of kittens because I could meow the loudest. I was trying really hard to impress her, and it worked. I knew I didn't belong in that cage!
She says I'm easy to love. I like to rub her face with mine and purr a lot to show her I think she's easy to love, too. She likes that. I also sleep right beside her all night long. Sometimes I get up to play with a pen I find on the floor, but then I get tired again and go back to bed.
She says I'm the best. I am the best runner, probably because of my great boots. I pretend they are brand-new light-up sneakers and run really fast from one side of the house to the other. I can win any race.
My foster mom says I'm perfect, but I know something that isn't perfect. I want a friend. I don't know what happened to my mom or my siblings, but I miss them. I want someone to play with. I get along with my foster cat friends and even my foster dog friend, but I would love to have a playmate my age that I can grow up with. I'll even let them win a few races.
I'll be ready for my new home as soon as my foster mom gets me an appointment for a microchip. I've had all my tests already and I'm as healthy as can be!
