Hobbs

Hobbs: vicious serial mouse killer disguised as an adorable love bug<br/><br/>Hobbs's story: Hey. So, I got this cut out on the streets, Some guy scooped me up and took it upon themselves to bring me to a hospital where I was stitched up... And... Neutered! That was a 2 for one deal, I guess. They didn't ask me!<br/><br/>Then the hospital called Fitchburg Friends of Felines to take me. Because the wound was of unknown origin I had to be in solitary confinement for four whole months due to the law. Luckily I got the lap of luxury in my room without anyone but me and my foster mom and a bunch of toys and big windows. It gave us plenty of time to get acquainted.<br/><br/>I definitely needed that time. When I first came to the house, the Foster called me perpetually confused. I would get all excited and happy and purr away and rub up against her legs and flop for attention. Then I would climb up her legs and attack them. Then I would flop again, rub against her leg, and attack them... then... again... then... again... But her arbor pants protected her from getting clawed and she kept trying to pet me every time I tried to attack her!<br/><br/>I then realized that her pets were really better than attacking her legs, so I completely forgot about attacking. In fact, I became this huge love bug!<br/><br/>I now have decided to be cute and adorable and earn my keep. I have many jobs in the household. One is my Foster's alarm clock. I lay on my foster every morning and do biscuits every AM at 6:20 exactly. After 29 minutes of so of love time after waking her from her beauty sleep, I get treats as my pay. Not a bad deal!<br/><br/>I also have taken up the job as a leg duster. Whatever my foster comes into the room, I rub up against your leg until all dust is removed from them. Not that there's a lot of dust but I'm sure we just can't see it. I'm sure she appreciates my hard work. <br/><br/>My most important role is security. Admittedly, I am fantastic at it. Any unwanted guests are immediately taken out and executed. My foster mom has an old house. Mice seem to believe that her house is their house. I put an end to that quickly. Sometimes my foster mom hears me in the middle of the night with my next kill and distracts me while I have a mouse and then the mouse gets free. He lives to see another day. I will just get him tomorrow. <br/><br/>So, about my adorableness: I am king of making biscuits. I actually have a favorite blankie that I make biscuits on all the time. My foster puts it over her at night so I also do biscuits on her when she is wearing my blankie. I share. <br/><br/>I'm also a vocal guy. I need a cat savvy family that recognizes my cues and knows when my vocal is just a hi or okay I'm done with attention for now. I do have some quirks. I get overstimulated on occasion, so a cat savvy family would be great for me that knows when to not pat me after I get too happy. I will just lay next to you and enjoy your presence without being touched, and will also lay at the door if your room, really protecting you from any mice in the middle of the night. You are safe with me.<br/><br/>I am very food motivated and love my friskies gravy lovers canned food and Cat It nibblers jerky!. Admittedly, those treats are really gross if you are not a fish person. They are little fishies wrapped up in bacon. Delish! <br/><br/>I loves my toys, especially the mice ones. How surprising, right? I am also a flopper still, and happy to flop for attention.<br/><br/>And... My blankie. I love my blankie. I am like Linus from the Peanuts gang. I love my blankie like a girlfriend. My blankie is coming with me... And... My toys... And my cat bed... And, my scratchers...<br/><br/>So, whatever got my leg last year but and twisted, and gave me a tear on the knee where I had my wound. I may have occasional pain flare ups that will need an anti-inflammatory and pain med if it does happen. NBD. I have only had one flare up in a year.<br/><br/>I am not a big fan of other kitties. I have learned to coexist, but I am easily intimidated by other kitties, an used to run away, and then swat my foster instead of standing up for myself. I either need a completely friendly with other kitties cat roommate of be an only kitty.<br/><br/>My ideal home is with a cat savvy person or family that gets up at 6:20 AM. I may be flexible with times. Definitely someone able to pick up on cues, whether that be pain or over-stimulation. It is not hard, you will see me chew when I am uncomfortable with my leg. Or, you will see the scab I made from chewing too much.<br/><br/>Fitchburg Friends of Felines facilitates a foster to adopt program that places the intended adoptee with the potential adoptive family. This provides support during the transition into your new life together and ensures that your feline companion is the perfect fit.<br/><br/>You can fill out an adoption application here:<br/><br/>https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSe1685w60NjfU2eeE55Cd57TAaEZU7bERjyY825EMto48sTQw/viewform<br/><br/>Please reach out to Fitchburg Friends of Felines directly at 978-222-3170 or fitchburgfriendsoffelines@gmail.com with questions. <br/><br/><br/>type: male tabby<br/>temperament: bouncy, sweet, playful<br/>age/ wt: 3 yrs, 12 lbs <br/>sex: male <br/>likes: mouse toys, catnip, my blankie, scratches<br/>likes cats: no<br/>likes dogs: unsure<br/>likes kids: no<br/>special needs: torn ligament in knee, may have future flare-ups and needs someone who can read cat body language for pain cues.

Hobbs: vicious serial mouse killer disguised as an adorable love bug

Hobbs's story: Hey. So, I got this cut out on the streets, Some guy scooped me up and took it upon themselves to bring me to a hospital where I was stitched up... And... Neutered! That was a 2 for one deal, I guess. They didn't ask me!

Then the hospital called Fitchburg Friends of Felines to take me. Because the wound was of unknown origin I had to be in solitary confinement for four whole months due to the law. Luckily I got the lap of luxury in my room without anyone but me and my foster mom and a bunch of toys and big windows. It gave us plenty of time to get acquainted.

I definitely needed that time. When I first came to the house, the Foster called me perpetually confused. I would get all excited and happy and purr away and rub up against her legs and flop for attention. Then I would climb up her legs and attack them. Then I would flop again, rub against her leg, and attack them... then... again... then... again... But

Hobbs: vicious serial mouse killer disguised as an adorable love bug

Hobbs's story: Hey. So, I got this cut out on the streets, Some guy scooped me up and took it upon themselves to bring me to a hospital where I was stitched up... And... Neutered! That was a 2 for one deal, I guess. They didn't ask me!

Then the hospital called Fitchburg Friends of Felines to take me. Because the wound was of unknown origin I had to be in solitary confinement for four whole months due to the law. Luckily I got the lap of luxury in my room without anyone but me and my foster mom and a bunch of toys and big windows. It gave us plenty of time to get acquainted.

I definitely needed that time. When I first came to the house, the Foster called me perpetually confused. I would get all excited and happy and purr away and rub up against her legs and flop for attention. Then I would climb up her legs and attack them. Then I would flop again, rub against her leg, and attack them... then... again... then... again... But her arbor pants protected her from getting clawed and she kept trying to pet me every time I tried to attack her!

I then realized that her pets were really better than attacking her legs, so I completely forgot about attacking. In fact, I became this huge love bug!

I now have decided to be cute and adorable and earn my keep. I have many jobs in the household. One is my Foster'