You weren’t planned. You were needed. In the middle of terrible physical pain, you gave me purpose. You were small but fierce, funny and comforting. I don’t know who saved who, little girl. But today, I celebrate you. My zoomie queen. My cuddle gremlin. My baby.
One year ago, I was a wee street kitten with big eyes and even bigger dreams. Mommy brought me home, and now look at me — professional zoomer, cookie thief, laundry disruptor, leafy creatures whisperer and certified emotional support goblin. I have my beloved Bruno the Fox to snuggle and the Sloth to supervise my naps, and a whole gang of sisters (plus Willow, the Big Soft One) to keep life spicy. I am warm, adored, and full of mischief. Long live chaos — and happy Gotcha Day to me!
