Squeakin' along

I am very loved.

Last night the people who rescued me called my people to see how I was doing. Dad couldn't say enough nice things about how lovey I am and patient with the kiddo. (Sometimes she tries to pick me up and she's not quite big enough to do that well yet. She is 8 years old, so she's relatively younger than I am. I'm a teenager at a little over a year. Mrow!)

They told Dad that I used to be semi-feral and got by on things the neighborhood kids fed me because I was so friendly and lovey toward them. They took me in earlier this summer, then took me to Operation Kindness, where I got a medical checkup, shots and was neutered while waiting to find my forever home. They were pleased that I was adopted so quickly.