Blaze Mae

I rescued Blaze when she was 2. She had been abused by her first owner. For months she slept curled around my head. It was like she wanted to be sure I was still there. She would cringe if I got the broom out, lifted a newspaper up or turned the hose on. All she's known since I got her is love. She's 12 now and we have become soul mates. I swear she knows when I'm feeling down. She "dances" on the floor on her back and will stop now and then to see if I'm watching. She does this until I laugh.