My mom and dad got me from a rescue in northern Minnesota. The lady I lived with before got really sick, and she couldn't take care of me any more even though she tried for a year. She was very confused and told the rescue group I was 15! The doctor said I am about 5 or 6. I love my new home. They give me lots to eat. Mom thinks that I didn't get fed very well at my last home because I love my food so much and I am very protective of it. She worries cuz I like to eat paper and sometimes I pull fur out around my neck and eat it. Mom loves me just the way I am. She is trying to stop me doing my bad habbits, but it is so hard to give up. Loves: my furry blankie on the couch with mom. Treats! Hates: anyone who won't pay attention to me and the car. I also have a brother named Tigger and a sister who just moved in named Persia.