Paige

When Paige arrived she was emaciated and weak. We would feed her as much as she wanted to eat. She quickly developed a little round pot-belly. As she grew healthier, she reached her perfect weight which she maintains effortlessly. She eats grown up food now, but she still loves kitten food and she comes running whenever she hears it being served to one of our new kitties. If she wants to be picked up she will suddenly appear, out of nowhere, and gently wind her way through your legs. If you don't pick her up she gives loud, short, chirpy, demanding half-meows. When I pick her up she immediately crawls up to my neck where she can hug me and bite my ears. She's named after my sister (middle name) because I knew she would turn into an active, sporty little girl.