When we first showed up to our foster home (at only a day old) heaped in a pile atop our momma, we reminded our caregivers of teeny tiny black & white baby cows – so our Mom was aptly named Mabel and my brothers, sisters and I were all named like we were one of a herd.

As the tiniest of the litter, everyone started out calling me Mini-Moo. But slowly, over time when I showed them how angelic and girly I am they changed it to Mini-Mae! I think it especially fits since I was born in May. The only tabby in my litter with big, dreamy eyes I was born to stand out. I appreciate my brothers and sisters, but I do like my alone time. You can often find me away from them – doing my own thing. Rather than perch upon any sibling of mine, in my foster family I would prefer to snuggle up to a human … I just like a little bit of space there too.

I rarely make a sound, I’m the most soft spoken of my crew, slow to react I’m always the last one up in the morning, the one who might actually miss dinner if someone from my foster family doesn’t come find me. Not only am I soft AND sweet – I am the epitome of special!

My foster mom says I’m the ONLY ONE IN MY LITTER who can be trusted home alone and out with free range of the house all day. I cause no disturbances, I keep to myself and I know how to behave! She says I’ll be the first one adopted since I make such good choices. If only I was the one doing the choosing, sigh … perhaps I’m just an old soul in an itty bitty body? Regardless, I’m ready to find my forever home. Not so secretly I’m hoping it’s a little less chaotic than the one I’m in now.