Kids these days have no respect! Get off my lawn! That nose piercing makes you look like a cow!  See… even though I’m only eight months old, I grew up in the senior area with the old fogey cats! My name is Chickpea and I’m ready to make the move to a home of my own.  I’m super-outgoing, good with other cats, affectionate, and I love to play! I get along with chill dogs, and I’m cheek-pinchingly adorable. I’ve been in the shelter since I was just a teeny-tiny kitten and I’m still waiting for a home!  Why? I’m basically everything anyone could want in a kitten. Well, two things. One is just that people looking for kittens generally go to the kitten room, not the old folks’ room. The other is a little more complicated. See, several of my siblings have had a disease called FIP. Although there are now treatment options, it’s usually fatal. There’s no test for it and no way to predict for sure who might or might not get it. A cat can appear healthy and then decline very rapidly. Since my siblings have had it, there’s a higher likelihood that I may get it. However, I haven’t shown any signs of poor health. I’m active, growing well, and I made it through my spay with no issues. So, the thing is, I know you want definitive answers. You want to be told that I’ll for sure, guaranteed, live to be 22 years old and never have so much as a sniffle. But I can’t tell you that. I have to tell you the truth, which is that I just don’t know.  What I do know is that, whether I live a long life or a short one, I don’t want to spend it in a shelter. I’m still an awesome kitten and totally worth loving. I know there’s someone out there who would find it more heartbreaking to know that I never left the shelter because nobody wanted to take the risk than to take me home, knowing that “forever” could be six months for me or it could be two decades.