My city...
South Pasadena

A little about me...
I was born a feral kitten in the hills of Mt. Washington, Los Angeles. A kind person trapped me and my sister and we went to live with a family in South Pasadena. It took many months for me to be comfortable enough to come out of hiding in my room. My sister and I were like the two "bad mice." We hid in a dollhouse and broke a lot of miniatures. Today I am 12 years old and I have a very sweet disposition. I am, however, still easily frightened. Perhaps because of a reputed encounter in the hills between my mother and a coyote. I am, today, a happy kitty. I get treats and heated beds. I've come a long way from my humble beginnings.