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My foster dad named me Whisper, because when I was little I was very quiet: I was pretty afraid and I didn't meow for food – even though I was a picky eater. Still, even now that I'm older, I have a soft "meow."
But what I lack in voice certainly makes up in my love of play and loving my people who now take care of me.
Lots of people think only boy kittens are high energy. Well, I'm a girl and all I know is I have lots to do in this world, and I'm already on my path. My new family will have to be protected from all sorts of things: feathers, crinkle balls, rattily-things, and furry mice. You can't leave that job to just anyone.
I'm what I think some people call "Type A," so I may not be really cuddly, but I know a good lap when I see it.
I've also had experience as an administrative assistant and I will put that on my resume as soon as I know what a resume is.
I did live with a dog in foster care, and we did all right together. Bella was older and patient, so my new doggie pal will have to be respectful: I'm still small and want to make a good impression.
I'll be at the Animal Care League shelter location at 1011 Garfield. I hope you'll stop by and say Hello.