I’m Monica and I’ve noticed something. Some of the coolest people I know were the last ones picked for every sports team in grade school. Picked last might feel like a rejection in the moment, but it doesn’t mean you’re not awesome! Maybe it just means that, instead of playing dodgeball for a living, you’re destined to, just to, for example… write cat bios. Anyway, here’s the thing: I currently live in a little condo with 4 other cats. And- get this- all four of them have been chosen and are going home this weekend, but I’m not. Not yet, anyway. The cheese stands alone. It’s not for a lack of trying. When someone comes to our place, I’m often the first to greet them. I’ll run up to give a headbutt and then rub my face all over them. I love attention! At one year old, I’m young. And I’m real petite- just a little sprite of a cat. I’m cute as a button, lots of fun, and I get along with everyone! I love to play with toys and hang out with other cats. I haven’t met dogs, but think I would do fine with them after a slow introduction. When it comes to being held, it depends on my mood. Sometimes, being picked up kind of scares me, especially if it’s by someone I don’t know, so I hope I’ll find someone who can respect that. So maybe I’m the only one left because people are just saving the best for last! Or maybe it’s because I’m waiting for you. My name is Monica, I’m a year old, and I’m spayed, up to date on shots, and fully vetted.
