Hey, I’m Mimosa, and I was just wondering… I’ve heard a rumor. I don’t know if you can confirm this for me because it seems too good to be true, but I really want to believe it.  I’ve heard that there’s someone out there for everyone. Even me. I’ve heard that there are people in the world who understand how stressful living in a shelter can be for a cat and might even have compassion for a girl like me.  I’m eleven years old and I’ve been waiting for about a year and a half now to meet my match. I’m outgoing, confident, and I love to play! Also, I mean… forget false modesty. I’m beautiful and it would be silly to pretend I don’t know it. My activity levels are about what you’d expect at my age: I’m a healthy girl and I get around just fine. Nowhere near “creaky old” yet. But I’d rather spend my Saturday night at a book club than in a mosh pit and I believe in going to bed by 9.  Now, here’s the thing. I’m social and I like humans. I’ve lived with dogs and, after taking some time to get used to them, I did well with them. But I’m not a big fan of other cats. Right now, I live peacefully in Kitty City and keep to myself. The other cats mostly know better than to get inside my bubble, but if they don’t know, I’ll teach them. However, just because someone is capable of enduring something without committing daily felonies doesn’t mean they enjoy it or that it doesn’t affect them.  To put it bluntly, I am stressed. The shelter is a lot, and it’s wearing on me. And, like anyone chronically stretched to the limit of their sanity, I’m not always the perfectly cheerful and demure lady most adopters want to see. My fuse can seem to be a little short. I’ll enjoy your petting and love and attention for a few minutes, but then I’m done. It’s not that I don’t like it or that I wouldn’t be an affectionate and tolerant cat in a home. It’s just that I’m also dealing with all the other cats and noises and smells and strangers and stressors of being in the shelter all at the same time. Once I get into a quiet home with no other cats and am finally able to settle in and get my shoulders out of my ears, I’ll really be able to enjoy life again!  Does that mean I’ll never have another opinion as long as I live? Probably not. I still need a family who will treat me with respect, have patience with me while I adjust to the home, and who won’t touch my tail (I don’t like it). But I know that, when I feel happier, I’ll act happier, and I think I deserve that opportunity!  So… I certainly hope it’s true that there might be someone out there for a cat like me. It’s hard to hang onto hope, but I know better than to underestimate humans. Some of them can amaze you!  My name is Mimosa, I’m eleven years old, and I’m spayed, up to date on shots, and fully vetted.