Barnabus is 7 years old, 12.5 pounds, and built like he’s compensating for something. He came to FFF at seven ounces. He did not stay that way.
His people got divorced. Nobody did anything wrong. Sometimes a marriage ends and a cat ends up back in the system through no fault of his own, and it’s just sad for everyone — the humans included. Barnabus didn’t do anything to deserve a fresh start he didn’t ask for. He’s just having one anyway.
We did a little photoshoot to put his size in perspective, because photos alone don’t do it justice. A can of Diet Coke. A box of Froot Loops. A cassette tape. A can of Planters peanuts. Barnabus, unbothered, next to every one of them, looking unreasonably massive and completely unimpressed with the exercise.
He’d like to skip the “bouncing between fosters” chapter of his story and get straight to “settled on someone’s couch forever.” Applications are open now — the sooner the better, so he can get into his new home with as little disruption as possible.
