I was going to be TNR'd (Trap-Neuter-Return) with the rest of my feral colony. The rescuers thought I was older because I look like a big boy, but the vet discovered I’m actually only 16 weeks old! Just a big, growing kitten.
The moment they offered me a bowl of food—one I didn't have to fight or beat the other cats out of—my whole world changed. I was so incredibly happy and grateful that I immediately started purring like a tiny, loud engine. I quickly realized that the indoor life with full bellies and warm chin scratches is exactly where I belong. I'm ready to find a forever home where I can keep this purr motor running all day long!
