Name’s Daffy, though mom says it’s short for Daffodil. Sometimes I wonder if I’m wound a little too tight. I really like people, but then I forget and get scared of everything. It’s probably because I was starved as a kitten and had to be taken away by Animal Control. But then I calm down again and they say I’m beautiful so I’ve got that going for me. And I like to cuddle and play. I’m fine with other cats, who I mostly ignore, but when I get to playing I don’t notice who else is around. Likewise with eating.