The nice folks here tell me I’m named after a superstar singer whose songs tell of heartache, despair and disappointment.
I can relate. My troubles brought me to a shelter in Southwestern Virginia and the stress has taken a toll on my weight. But I am ‘rolling in the deep’ no more because I am now in this wonderful no-kill shelter where I’m told there’s a good chance my forever family will find me!
I’m very sweet and take treats like a lady. I do like to run around in the exercise yard and can be a door dasher so you have to keep an eye on me if you take me home!
Oh, no kitties. I like to chase them. Besides, I want ALL your attention. They say I’m a big baby.
See the ‘lil wrinkles on my forehead and my sad droopy eyes? You can change all that if you give me the forever home I deserve.
HELLO! How often do you get to have your very own superstar?
I still think we can have it all, don’t you?