Back in St. Olaf, there once was a girl named Rose. Oh wait, that's me. My sisters and I were abandoned on the porch of the humane society where we were huddled up and crying together. Luckily, one of the staff members arrived to bring us inside to safety. The staff joke that I was appropriately named as I have the biggest heart but am not always as quick witted as my sisters. You will often find me sticking my tongue out and making silly faces at my friends, and they certainly seem to enjoy it! Of the four of us, I am by far the most cuddly and must receive my daily dose of snuggles from our director every morning. At about six months old, I would make a wonderful companion for a family with another cat or maybe even a sweet doggy pal. Start your adoption inquiry for one of us sweet sisters today!