I was raised with my siblings in a foster home. They said that I would always “yell” when they were leaving the room where we were all hanging out. Well, yell may not be an appropriate term, more like loud meows. I love people so had to be around them even if they were doing their own thing. I’m pretty much everything you could want, loving, affectionate, curious, playful, and oh I love wet food. Some may ask while I am still here. I’m epileptic but I’m doing well. Bottom line is that we all want to have a family to love and that will love us back. Is this too much to ask for?