Baby Girl Gracie
A word from Gracie…
My foster mom calls me Baby Girl when she takes care of me so I just told her to add it to the front of my name. I purr inside and outside when I am referred to with this sweet nothing.
Please don’t even ask my history for I don’t even want to remember it. I am just thankful that this nice group of humans noticed me languishing in that awful crowded place and got me out of there. I know that it took lots of patience to give me my space and time to come around again. I don’t have my front claws so I was defensive and mouthy. And I itched and chewed the fur on my back. Boy did she take care of me. That nice doctor lady found out I am allergic to lots of things so I am on a simple food.
So you know, I don’t want other cats or dogs in my space…yes I tried with the furry roommate but without my claws to defend myself….I am always going to want to get them first before they get me.
What home would I like? A nice quiet single human whose lap I can sit on when I choose. Someone who will understand my signals and know when I don’t want anymore touching. A home that doesn’t have the breeze from outside coming in that will just make me itch.
What do you say???