My name is Christy and I’m a sweet, spunky tuxedo girl. The vet says I’m two years old, but I’m petite and playful, so, if you want a cat who’ll retain a kittenish appearance, I’m your girl. I thought I was someone’s cat, but it seems I was mistaken because I was abandoned. I lived on the street for a while. Three things happened to me:
1. I got FIV.
2. My eye got injured.
3. I got pregnant.
Someone got me off the street and I gave birth to three healthy kittens. I now live with my foster dad and his cats. They mean the world to him, but he has no reservation about fostering an FIV+ cat with his own cats because he knows they’re about as likely could be struck by lightning as they are to catch FIV from me. I try to play with them, but mostly they get annoyed. My FIV is extremely unlikely to cause me any health problems because the greatest vulnerability to FIV + cats is infections that I’m extremely unlikely to encounter indoors. However, cat should be kept indoors anyway!
As for my eye, I can’t see out of it, but the vet says I don’t need any treatment for it at this point.
I’m as friendly as any cat you’ll ever meet and as playful as a kitten– I like chasing the laser pointer up and down the hallway and rubbing up against my foster dad’s leg. I follow him from room to room and sometimes I even come to him when he snaps his fingers. I purr whenever he picks me up and pets me. He’s nice to me, but I need a permanent home of my own if someone who will love me and take good care of me for the rest of my life. Will it be with you?