“Hello, I’m Sofia, and I’m soft, black, and friendly. I’m a gentle girl, and, mostly, I need good food, a quiet place to sleep, and a person or two who talk nicely to me. I lived on my own for quite a while, and I’ve been mother to more kittens than I care to count. They were good kittens, fine kittens, some even black like me, but I just can’t do that any more. I need to settle down with some real people who will pet me and fuss over me the way I fussed over all those kittens.”

“I’m fond of people, not so much of my brother and sister felines, especially not the brothers. Every time one of those guys walked up to me, he soon walked right back off. And nine weeks later – kittens – all over the place. Where did the guy go? Who knows? Down to the landfill to joust with rats, I suppose. I’m a homebody; I’d like to curl up on a sofa, a bed, a pillow, and dream sweet dreams of peace and gourmet chicken cacciatori.”

“Sofia? What does it mean? It means I am a really nice lady cat. It means the capital of Bulgaria. And aren’t you happy that I’m called Sofia and not Bulgaria? ‘Bulgaria, time for breakfast!’ I don’t think so. If you spell it Sophia, it means ‘wisdom’. I suppose you might like a bit of wisdom in your life. How about some furry, soft, gentle wisdom? Cat wisdom?”

“I am thinking that you could be my forever people – and that I won’t be raising any more kittens. Enough is enough. I’d like to be loved. I’d like to be decorative – sit on your chair and add a bit of atmosphere to the room. Soft, gentle, friendly, kind. Sounds good, doesn’t it? Stop over to Feline Rescue with your $120, and let’s go home!”