Tess

There were only two kittens left when we arrived at the adoption event. "Chance," a black kitten had tipped his litter, spilled his water, and shredded every piece of paper in the kennel. He looked like trouble! The other kitten looked like a dust bunny--a grey fluff with green eyes sitting quietly in a corner. As soon as I picked her up, she snuggled into my nape and I knew she was mine. A few months later, her tabby stripes had emerged. She had a beautiful grey coat with cream undertones. Tess was the best pet I've ever had. She allowed other pets in the house as long as she was the alpha. She was affectionate and purring machine. She died of a probable brain tumor at 18.5 years old. We will all miss you, Tess. (ADOPT DON"T SHOP)