Marmalade

We will never know the beginning of Marmalade’s story. But we were blessed to be a part of her journey. All indications point to a past where she was loved and well cared for. Surely there was a family somewhere missing her! She was too friendly and unafraid of people to have been out on her own for very long. She craved attention and human contact, head butting her way into your hands for a head scratch or crawling into your lap for a leisurely afternoon snooze.