My name is Betty. I’m... well, I’m not quite sure how old I am, but let’s just say I’m old enough to no longer chase butterflies, yet still wise enough to always find the comfiest cushion in the room.

Until recently, I was a street lady – independent, free-spirited – but some very kind people caught me during a sterilization project. And you know what? They realized that street life just isn’t for me anymore. The streets are for the young; I’m all about blankets, peace, and the soft hum of a radiator in winter.

I don’t ask for much – just a quiet home, a little love, and the occasional tin of food (pâté is also perfectly acceptable, I won’t complain!). Ideally, no loud noise, no tiny humans tugging my tail, and no dogs who think I’m a squeaky toy.

So – I’m looking for someone with a warm heart and a soft couch. In return, I’ll purr away your worries, be your calm and gentle binge-watching companion, and remind you that old age is just another chapter in life that deserves love.

If you have a place in your home (and heart) for one seasoned lady – I’m waiting.