My name is Ellie Mae (in foster)!

Ellie Mae
I can't believe yesterday's temerity from the interviewer lady (IL). I was sitting in my Kasa, quietly engaged in cat-thinking, when she opened my apartment door and said hello. We did not even have a set appointment. When you are an 8-year-old lady cat, you tend to expect a certain amount of decorum. I gave her a significant stare, and then I turned my head away into the corner. She knew she had been dismissed. I first checked into the HSHC in March because the other cat in my home had epilepsy, and those seizures caused me no end of stress. I was overgrooming, pulling out my hair to the point of going bald. My owners noticed that I always hid when there was a lot of activity in the home. So we all decided I needed to find a quieter home. Because the shelter atmosphere was not calm enough, I moved into a foster home in early June. My foster mom indeed let me take all the time I needed to feel comfortable and settled. She reported the following positive comments about me--
When I need some affection, I'll gently tap you with my paw. It's my way of saying, 'I'm here, and I'd love some attention, please.' I can be a social butterfly when it comes to my favorite human companions. I am obsessed with licking my person, especially if he's a male. I LOVE having my neck and back scratched, and I will even roll onto my side and make air biscuits while you do it. Finally, I adore cat treats! Given these lovely observations about me, you know that when I feel comfortable, I become a charmer. I will be most successful in my new home if everyone is 13 years of age or older. The IL later apologized for being so forward and I forgave her, kindly. I am excited to meet you, when may I expect you?
7-30-24