How did I meet my Mommy?
Well, one fine day my Mommy made her way to a Vet's Clinic to sign up for an Animal Assisted Therapy training program. While she was there, she spent some time looking at the sick and injured animals being cared for. And that's when she saw me!
I was purrlaying with some other kitties and Mommy asked a nurse about me. The nurse told her that I had been brought in to the clinic by a breeder. I was suffering from an eye infection, an ear infection and digestive problems. But then the breeder never turned up to collect me and pay the medical bills. I had been abandoned!
The nurse told my Mommy that while everyone in the clinic had come to adore me, none of them could take me home. Mommy then said that if the breeder didn't turn up to claim me by the end of the week, she would take me home.
And so the breeder never showed up and I became Mommy's! The vet was delighted to hear that and told Mommy not to worry about the medical bills, that she wouldn't have to pay fur the baaaad breeder.
The nurses told Mommy that the breeder bred Chinchilla Persian cats and so it was furry likely that I was a Chinchilla Persian too. That would explain my cottony fur.
Today, I get lots and lots of lurrve and attention from Mommy.
She purrovides me with many toys and invent many many games fur me to play.
One of my furst gifts is this cigar case. It smells furry interesting. I like to use my paws to swipe it all around the house and chase after it.
Here is a pikshur of the cigar case dangling in the air, perfect for practicing my fearsome pouncing.