Look at my face! What's more adorable than that fuzzy orange face? My mom was a barn cat, which helps explains why I'm born so long after kitten season. I'm the smallest kitten in my litter of three, but I make up for it with my love of life and playing and eating and you name it, I'm into it! I had a good mom because I'm healthy and excellent at grooming and took to the litter box like I've been using it from birth. Probably also owing to a barn cat's innate caution, so I show a little caution around humans, because I'd learn that from her, too. But I want love, and I'll talk to you to ask for it. To meet me will be to love me!