A couple years ago I had 5 beautiful babies in some bushes in a backyard in San Jose. My owners had moved, and I was left to fend for myself. The couple who found us only wanted my kittens -- not me! -- so the Fat Cat people took me in. At first it was a shock not to have my kittens; I missed them terribly.

But I found my calling.

I soon realized there was no point in moping around; there was work to be done. Other kittens needed my love and attention, and I quickly took on the task of looking after every kitten and adult cat. I clean everyone (even the adult cats) and nurse every kitten. I supervise their play, and tell them not to play rough with Scrappy or Faith. It's quite a job, and takes all my time. When I finally do get my own time, it's wonderful. I love to be petted and brushed and held. I'm very sweet and have alot to say. But after a few minutes of being petted I get back to work: a kitten beckons, and I'm off to assist. I'd really like a home of my own, and it would be really great if I could also have a kitten to take care of. Caring for others is my thing!