My mom says I grew on her. We met in the shelter where she worked and quickly fell in love with me because of my low smoker's meow. I was emaciated and full of flees from living on the streets, but my mom nursed me back to health enough to put me on the adoption floor. It was there that she quickly realized no one was good enough to be my new parent. It was shortly after that that I came down with ringworm and had to spend three weeks in isolation. My mom knew then that she had to take me home. So the day I got out of isolation with a clean bill of health she adopted me and brought me home to my brother Misha and a sleu of foster siblings. I have since doubled in weight and am always purring. My ear tip reminds me of the life I once lead and makes me feel blessed to now be comfy with my soulmate.