My owner adopted me from his girlfriend at age 7 and then surrendered me when he moved to a "no pets" place when I was TEN years old. He noted when he brought me in that I liked to play and that string was my favorite toy. (I am a cheap date.)Although I was always too dignified to campaign for attention; I am a handsome fellow, wearing one tabby pirate patch over an eye. People would stop to admire me. Then they would see that #10 and walk away.

When I celbrated my 11th birthday here at LHS, I officially became a senior. (However, If I were human.' I'd be 60 - not even old enough to retire.) I wondered if I would EVER get out of here. However, a woman whose senior cat had passed away reached out. Ileft LHS for Pennnsyvlania early November, 2011.