Picked her up at a rescue. We were looking for a cat after my old one had died. Ah3 was a six month old kitten. I ended up selecting her because she was the only one of the kittens who didn’t jump out of the cage and make run for it as soon as the door was opened. She simply waited at the back, then allowed me to take her out and hold her, without any issue, we seemed to both be able to tolerate each other. She was also underweight, due getting enough food due to competition from the other kittens, so logically I thought she neede help the most. My brother named her Zero, after Jack’s dog in “Nightmare Before Christmas”
I don’t spend as much time with her now as I should, being occupied with work and my own problems. I but I hope she enjoys our home, and feels apart of out family. I like to think we have given her a good life, compared to what she would have faced anyway.
