About Me
Pretzel was a foster. A tortoiseshell. A beautiful and crazy foster. Often compared to a firecracker, Pretzel had an enormous amount of energy. Her love language was biting. And climbing your leg all the way up to your shoulder so she could rest for a moment before attacking your ears. But I was completely smitten with this little terror!!!! Thankfully, an adoptive family came in who appreciated all of Pretzel's quirks, passion and tortitude. And that's the best part of fostering!!!