Life is an adventure and I’ve had a few of my own. As a feral cat, I once lived in a cat colony where I was trapped, neutered, mutilated, and released again. Then, some other people, who were very nice, found me and took me to The Sanctuary at Haffsville. The people at The Sanctuary then took me to Petco in Bethlehem, where my human family found me. I now have a furrever home with them that I also share with my brothers, Oskar and WuTu, and my human sister, Anna.

My humans, who are my social media managers and webmasters, are pretty cool. They get a bit upset with me when I practice my home interior distressing skills. I can’t understand why, though. Ripped jeans seem to be the norm, so why not ripped couches and chairs? Personally, I think it might help them pair down as they keep complaining that they have too much stuff and need to simplify.

I have no clue as to how old I am, or the name of the places I used to live before being rescued. I “think” I’m seven; Dr. Susan Ackerman at The Cat Doctor told me that, but who knows?

Thank you for stopping by and have your humans drop me a note, I love comments and compliments.