This kitty first found me in the parking lot behind my apartment building. She seemed like a “street-smart” cat who had learned to survive on her cuteness day by day. She beckoned me to give her some turkey ham and water, and that soon became a daily procedure. Pets weren’t allowed in my apartment complex, but hey, she was only “visiting.”
Some 4 months into this visitation pattern, I came up with the name Zsa Zsa for her, and the following year, I started taking her to the vet, and have been doing that every year (and this has included costly tooth cleaning and mat removals). OK, long story short… we now live in a house where she is “legal” and even has a backyard. She is great with people, so those around her spoil her front, left, and center!