My mom adopted me 9 years ago at a local shelter. I was 2 at the time and am now 11. I have a furry cat brother named Tatum who has one eye and leukemia. I let him groom me and only sometimes do I not watch where I’m walking and step on his tail! I am loved by my grandparents and family alike. My grandpa likes to sneak me treats and mom gives him a look. I love to roll around in the grass on a nice summer day and snore the night away in my own bed right next to mom’s bed of course. My baby brother Tatum and I are so loved and so spoiled. Life is good <3