Pippi Galore

You know how some cats like to be the center of attention? That's not me. I'm supporting actor material all the way. I like to sit back and observe (maybe judge a bit, too, because I am a cat after all), then choose where to quietly play or who to snuggle with. My foster brother James Bond likes to thunder around and create chaos, but I'm more like the one who plods along after him tidying things up and making sure he stays out of trouble. While I may be the sidekick to James Bond, I've lived through a whole lot myself. I used to struggle to get enough to eat at the cat colony I came from, and then our elderly feeder died and we had nothing. When Stray Cat Blues stepped in, half of my colony was so sick that they did not survive. I'm one of the lucky ones. But I do have a couple battle scars: I am FIV positive, but cats with FIV can live long, comfortable lives, even with other cats--which I do with James, who is FIV negative. I also have an autoimmune condition which means my bottom lip gets pouty (foster mama says it makes me look even more handsome), but an inexpensive steroid helps with that and I am SO GOOD with taking pills. It's true; I impress everyone. I gulp it down and then look for gentle head kisses. I promise that if you give me a chance, I will never steal your thunder. I will cheer you on, support you, and cuddle you when you stumble. Would you like to come meet me? I sure hope so.