The story, as the shelter knows it, is that I ended up in one of their traps meant for the feral cats and immediately upon realizing I was too lovey-dovey to be feral, they tried to find if I had owners. But here’s what only I know, and what only I can tell you: I went into that trap intentionally. I know I’m not feral, but that doesn’t mean I’m not street-smart. These smarts led me to realize that these traps, once filled, made their way to APS-FH and that’s exactly where I wanted to be. Why you ask? Because although you may notice the beauty scars I’ve obtained from a life on the outside, what I have always really dreamed of, is being someones. I long for the comfort, safety, and never-ending love that comes from being a part of a family. I made and executed the plan to get here, now I just need you to come adopt me!