Farrah was apart of a group of three kittens I trapped and brought home with the intention of adopting out. Even though they were only about 8 weeks old, they were exceptionally feral, and really didn't want to adapt to home life and being pets. After months of socialization, it was a miracle I adopted out the two brothers, but Farrah wouldn't let anyone adopt her, let alone touch her, so by default she is my cat. She's a silly girl who frequently reminds me she doesn't like my lifestyle of fostering other cats or really being around any other animals. One might call her bipolar, from her drastic changes of being overly affectionate to overly mad at me in a split second.
