Grandma Kershaw

I’m Grandma — but don’t let the name fool you, I’m young at heart... and have an old soul. I specialize in long naps, judging people from comfy pillows, and chasing yarn like it owes me money. Whether you’re knitting a sweater or just trying to sit still, I’ll be right there helping (read: in the way). My fur is the exact shade of every grandma’s favorite candy — you know, those mysterious butterscotch treats that appear out of nowhere and taste like pure love. Speaking of love, I’ve got a little heart marking right on my neck. Coincidence? I think not. After a rousing round of my favorite game (Kitty ShuffleboardTM—rules pending), I’ll be looking for a warm lap or sunny spot to snooze in. So, if you’re ready for a sassy, snuggly, yarn-hoarding soul mate, come meet me. I’ll be the one napping... again.

I’m Grandma — but don’t let the name fool you, I’m young at heart... and have an old soul. I specialize in long naps, judging people from comfy pillows, and chasing yarn like it owes me money. Whether you’re knitting a sweater or just trying to sit still, I’ll be right there helping (read: in the way). My fur is the exact shade of every grandma’s favorite candy — you know, those mysterious butterscotch treats that appear out of nowhere and taste like pure love. Speaking of love, I’ve got a little heart marking right on my neck. Coincidence? I think not. After a rousing round of my favorite game (Kitty ShuffleboardTM—rules pending), I’ll be looking for a warm lap or sunny spot to snooze in. So, if you’re ready for a sassy, snuggly, yarn-hoarding soul mate, come meet me. I’ll be the one napping... again.

I’m Grandma — but don’t let the name fool you, I’m young at heart... and have an old soul. I specialize in long naps, judging people from comfy pillows, and chasing yarn like it owes me money. Whether you’re knitting a sweater or just trying to sit still, I’ll be right there helping (read: in the way). My fur is the exact shade of every grandma’s favorite candy — you know, those mysterious butterscotch treats that appear out of nowhere and taste like pure love. Speaking of love, I’ve got a little heart marking right on my neck. Coincidence? I think not. After a rousing round of my favorite game (Kitty ShuffleboardTM—rules pending), I’ll be looking for a warm lap or sunny spot to snooze in. So, if you’re ready for a sassy, snuggly, yarn-hoarding soul mate, come meet me. I’ll be the one napping... again.