Birthdate: 03-28-2002
Gender: Male
Weight: 12lbs
Breed: American Shorthair
Colorization: N/A
Biography: HOW WE CAME TO BE A PART OF THE FAMILY: We were part of a feral clowder living in an industrial area. Three nice humans took care of us, one man and two ladies. They fed us every day, taking turns. One by one they trapped us and took us to a kind of scary place, where we got shots and got spayed and neutered. (We didn't like that so much, but getting good food and water every day made it okay. There were eighteen of us and we all got along. Then one day all three of them came and told us that the little wooded area we lived in was going be cleared so some humans could put up a strip mall (whatever that was) The man said that we would have to move, and that the three of them, our caretakers, would be taking us with them to live. We were all trapped again and then we rode in cars. (That was kind of scary but at least we didn't go to the veterinarian again) Each of our human friends took six of us. The six of us who went with the man were taken home and brought into a woodworking shop. There were beds and food and water bowls and covered pans called litter boxes.every day the man took our poop & Pee out of the boxes and did something with it. We couldn't imagine what he wanted it for. He brought us toys to play with and we thought it was a pretty good life. The shop was nice and warm, but we kind of missed seeing the outside. Then one day he told us that our new home was ready for us. One by one, the man (who we now thought of as dad) took us over to this beautiful room. He and some friends had built it on the back of the house. It took a while because dad had to get something called "permits" that took a while and then the parts to make it had to be ordered, and then then the man and two friends began to build it. It was a long time, but oh my what a wonderful home it was. We could see out into a forest that was even better than the one we had been living in. There are lots of squirrels and birds to watch. There is a neat spiral staircase that goes up to mom and dad's balcony off of their bedroom, so if we need anything, we just run up there, and tap on the french doors. I say we were formerly feral because we were all born wild. but as the people took care of us we learned to trust them, not all humans, just them. Now whenever dad comes out to play with us, we all try to get in his lap at once. Our life is amazing. We just wish all kitties could be saved like we were. Now we have friends all over the world and in our own small way, we hope to make everyone aware of just how much love "feral" kitties have to offer to those who will take the time and effort to save them. We love you all

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