You are often a pain in the ass, always crying for food, even though Jim and I keep you on a strict diet. (kind of)
But your sweetness is beginning to seep through that tough exterior. You came from a house who had to give you up in favor or an emotional support dog. I can't think of a worse insult for a cat.
In our home, you will be loved forever.
Today, you sleep on the second bed, using a pillow like a human.