New year, same me! Why should I change? I’m perfect!  I’m round, sassy, and my elegant goatee is the envy of all the other ladies. Every morning, I look at myself in the mirror and say, “Why, Pogo! You’re magnificent!”  It’s true, too. The humans all agree. I’m an outgoing lady who loves to greet all the shelter visitors and they seem quite charmed by me in return. People love it when I stroll up and rub against their ankles. I know how to work a room. All the other cats? Dogs? Humans? Utterly spellbound by me. And that’s the way I like it. I get along with everyone as long as we agree about who’s the queen.  Of course, I’m a cat, so I’ve got to leave people wanting more. After a certain amount of petting (depending on my mood,) I’ll often turn and give you a bop just to show you who’s in charge. Some people say it’s because I’m overstimulated… and maybe I am. I’m only human… er… feline. I’d likely be mellower in a home, but I think I’d like a human who can respect my boundaries without treating it as a personal insult or a challenge when I say I’d like some space.  I don’t always want space. A lot of the time, what I want is ATTENTION. I’ll plant myself on your keyboard, your paperwork, or (if you’re one of the chosen few), your lap. And I’ll stay there until you show me the adulation I’m due. Yes, worship me. That’s the proper order of things.

I won’t say no to some recreation. Show me a toy and I’ll play with it. There’s no shame in that. Even the queen did equestrian sports. So I can engage in a classy bit of chase-the-mouse.  Most of all, though, even though I sometimes play “hard to get,” I want a home and a family more than anything. So what do you say? Do you think you’re worthy of a cat like me? I have a feeling you might be.