Everyone knows that ancient Egyptians considered cats sacred. And, when you meet one like me, the reasons why become quite clear.  Yes, it’s me, Florence. Petite, exotic-looking, and ready to be your own personal tiny house-goddess.  Oh, I’ve heard it before- “she looks like a little panther!” Baby, you’ve got it twisted- panthers look like ME. I preach the gospel of “do what you want.” Do you want to run up to a human and demand attention? Do what feels right to you. Give those headbutts. Purr your heart out. If they sit down, climb all over their laps. Why be coy? Love out loud.

Do you not feel like being touched right now? Then don’t. So what if someone came in specifically to meet you? If they’re right for you, they’ll love the whole you, not just the most easily-digestible parts. They’ll be able to respect a “not right now” from time to time. It just lets you know that, when I do shower you with love, it’s 100% my choice, and isn’t that what makes it real?  Thing is, you gotta live for yourself because nobody else is gonna do it for you. I’ve done the whole “having babies and pouring everything into them” thing and that part of my life is over with. It’s Florence time. It’s time for me to lie in sunbeams and find a human who thinks the world of me.  I don’t mind sharing the spotlight. We’re ALL goddesses in our own right. I haven’t met any dogs, but I’ve known plenty of other cats and I get along well with them.  I deserve the best in life and, in my not-so-humble opinion, that means spending the rest of my days with a human like you. You, of course, also deserve the best… so when are you coming to get me?  My name is Florence, I’m a year old, and I’m spayed, up to date on shots, and fully vetted.