They brought me in to be TNR'd with the rest of my outdoor colony because I look like such a big boy. But guess what? The vet says I'm only 16 weeks old!
Life on the streets was tough, and I always had to compete for resources. When the trapper handed me a bowl of food that was all minewith no other cats to beat out for itI couldn't contain my joy. I immediately started purring so loudly the whole room shook. I've officially retired from the feral life and am accepting applications for a full-time treats coordinator (aka a forever family)!
