Sun day, snooze day

Look at this fucking cat.

The shelter said she had behavioral problems.

It’s true. She does. But who cares? Look at her, she’s purrfect!

I got pretty girl from the Humane Society. She had been there a month with no human contact because she wouldn’t let anyone near her. Poor thing was so confused and scared. She couldn’t figure out why her family had given her up.

She was my first foster, and I was determined to help her heal and trust again. 

Shortly after getting her to the house I found her lounging on the couch like she owned the place. I knew then and there that she would be OK.

She now owns the place, and I couldn’t be happier.