They said nobody would adopt an 8-year-old, 25-pound cat. So I was scheduled to go to heaven in two days when my soon-to-be new mom saw me. She just couldn't resist my big blue eyes. Now I have a great life. I live with my brother Elvis, who is also a therapy pet, only he's a dog. I love going on road trips and leash walks, but my most rewarding experience has been putting smiles on the faces of people who need cheering up. Being a therapy cat is the purrrfect job for me.
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