I'm quite a guy! My siblings and I were born in a wood pile, and were taken indoors at an early age. I like to make eye contact and talk to you (I've lots of opinions!) and jump in your lap for a snuggle. As a matter of fact, my foster mom has a difficult time getting me out of her lap! I like to attack the cursor on the computer screen (how exactly does that thing work?) and groom my brother Travis and little sister Tawny.
We're gonna be BIG cats: we got big feet, and even though we're only 9 months old, when we go to adoption fairs everybody thinks we're these big old, tough, monster cats, but we're not! We're still babies! We think we're still tiny kittens, and like to crawl into our foster mom's lap when she's on the computer. Problem is, there isn't any room left on her lap for two of us. But never mind -- we still do it, and squeeze together.
Won't you take us home?