My foster mom calls me her 'little paper shredder'! I love paper or cardboard or anything else that I can shred. My foster mom hopes I'll grow out of this addiction but it's so much fun, I may not. I had a rough start in life. I was part of an outside litter that lost mom pretty young. Luckily some cat savvy people started feeding us and noticed that my eye was badly infected. It was a long time before I'd let them catch me. My bad. Once they caught me and got me to the vet, it was too late to save my eye. Unfortunate of course but being one eyed doesn't slow me down in the least. I can wrestle and indulge in 'Zoomies' just like all the other kittens in my foster home. I'm affectionate and smart. I love quiet time on a lap but then I'll be off on another mischievous adventure. No harm intended but I am a happy-go-lucky handful. If your home is too quiet, I can take care of that! I'm too much energy to have around very small children and I don't know anything about dogs. I'll do well with older, respectful children that will help direct my energy away from mischief. I need to stay inside only for my safety! How about it? Is your household the right one for me?