Just one look, and you’ll know how I came to be Sofia Loren. Only one word – beautiful. Classy, beautiful young woman – me – with more colors than Joseph’s coat. On the human scale, I’d say I’m still only a young teenager. Still part kitten, true. But, if you think I’m stunning now, just wait until I grow into my tail – which, at present, seems to be bigger than I am. See the long model legs that go with it. I come from the fashion runways of Milan to grace your life. (Well, actually, from the side streets of Burnsville, but let’s not be fussy....)

Now then, now that we’re past the obvious: know that I am a lover. Not just a lover. A Lover. Walk into my space. Hear my joyful glee as I reach out to hug you, climb on your shoulder, wrap myself around your neck, and purr with sheer giggly delight. Jim Morrison said I could use his song, “Now, I'm gonna love you, Till the heavens stop the rain, I'm gonna love you, Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I....” I mean it. Love me as I love you. My Italian glamour is matched only by my Italian exuberance. I talk, I sing, I must purr in your ear. I’ll even sing for that boy cat who’s out there sighing over me. People sighs are better.

This Lover Girl wants to go home with you, follow you around, explore your stuff, sit in your sunny windows, and chase the cat toys that you’re going to offer me. I think you need some perpetually sunny joy in your life – and I bring it. I’m a happy work of art – notice that special orange patch on my tabby leg? Maybe I was helping da Vinci or Michelangelo way back when – got into the paints. Could be. Oooh! Just need to hug you again – you’re my people. Please, if you would, $100 for a beautiful, heartwarming, cuddly, exuberant lady. All yours.

PS: I currently reside at THE SHELTER (not in foster care). If you can't stop in but would like to know more about me, please call 651-642-5900, ext.3. Thanks!