three years old and still a tiny wisp of a thing who would be eaten by birds if I were to ever let her outside.
This is Pumpkin, my little kitty (as opposed to the gigantic kitties, one of which she is lying on... hence all the fur). Three years ago some guy brought in a gym bag full of kittens to school. At the end of the day she was the last one left, mewling pittyfully in a box. she would had been drowned had I not taken her.
When she was a baby she was fond of sleeping on my shoulders underneath my hair (which she thought of as a blanket and a snack) my sister's maine coon used think he was her dad (and mum as he is not one for gender barriers) and helped raise her.
she's such a sweet little one. Still fond of sitting on my shoulders, she's my loyal lap cat with a habit of stealing my dirty socks and making a nest from them.
i love her dearly.