I had just moved to NH and knew no one but my fiance. He'd promised I could get a cat. I went into the shelter on my birthday, and there he was - this precious little furball right out of a calendar book. He wasn't available yet, so I went back 2 days later and literally jumped in front of someone else who was in front of his cage. His soft "Meh" and stare grab my heart every time. If I'm not paying attention, he taps me with his paw.

My mom calls me a pretty pink-nosed kitty. She gets mad when I pee on things, but has put up with me for all these years. There are other cats here, but I'm the senior, and she gives me special privileges.