Hi there, I’m Momma. At least that’s what the hoomans call me. I’m about two years old. Last summer, these funny looking guys started feeding me and my family outside of their apartment. I was always intrigued, but never comfortable enough to get too close. My one kitten was a really big fan of them and they treated her very nice. Eventually, the funny looking guys rescued my babies and got them into great homes so I figured I’d let them do the same with me. After a couple of days in the bathroom, I started coming in for head scratches and pets. It was pretty nice, but I was still a little scared. As time went on, the head scratches and pets continued along with plenty of food and water, blankets for napping and a bed to hide under. I started coming out from under the bed more and more and they kept spoiling me. It was great! One of the hoomans put me on top of the bed and I discovered a whole nother world of comfort! Now I can’t get enough.There’s some other cats in this place that I really have no interest in, but hoomans are great. I even beg for belly rubs sometimes now too, but head scratches are still the best. No, really.
They’re amazing. I can’t get enough. I love cuddling in bed at night, either with the hooman or the pillows. If you stop scratching/petting me before I’m satisfied, I will headbutt you, lick you and nibble on your hand to get my point across, but eventually I’ll just fall asleep on your arm. I’m told I make some funny noises. On top of being the loudest purrer east of the Mississippi, I grunt, groan, coo, snort, snore, chirp and even oink sometimes, but good luck hearing a meow.
If you’re looking for a round nap and cuddle buddy and don’t have any high energy pets or children around, I’m your gal!