Mr Rogers

Won’t You Be My Neighbor? <br/>Meet Mr. Rogers!! (case #6969)<br/><br/>This is Mr. Rogers, a 3-year-old gentleman who was well known in the neighborhood — and not because he borrowed sugar politely. Our guy has clearly been hosting the after-dark block parties of the feline world and has the résumé (and battle scars) to prove it.<br/><br/>When Mr. Rogers arrived, he was looking a little… post-apocalyptic chic. He had a few street-earned souvenirs—scrapes and cuts here and there—and thanks to some necessary vet care, he’s now sporting a velvety, choppy, avant-garde haircut that says “I didn’t choose this style, this style chose me.” His wounds are healing nicely, but his look currently falls somewhere between tough guy and modern art exhibit.<br/><br/>And yes — let’s address the neighborhood gossip. Mr. Rogers previously carried the unmistakable Eau de Tomcat, an aroma that boldly announced, “I have seen things.” Good news: he’s now neutered, the issue has been solved, and while there may be a faint lingering memory in the air, it’s nothing time, love, and a cozy couch won’t fix. (Think: “ghost of masculinity past.”)<br/><br/>Despite his rough-and-tumble backstory, Mr. Rogers is shockingly friendly, affectionate, and ready to trade street life for soft blankets and a regular feeding schedule. He’s eager to settle into indoor life, though there may be a few adjustments as he learns that hands are for petting, not boxing, and that neighbors no longer require intimidation.<br/><br/>Under the clipped fur, healing scabs, and slightly questionable scent history is a total sweetheart who’s ready to become the Fred Rogers of your living room—minus the cardigan, plus whiskers.<br/><br/>If you’re looking for a cat with character, comedy, and a redemption arc worthy of public television, Mr. Rogers would love to be your neighbor. Knock on his door at our adoption partner, PetSmart. The address is 1779 Stone Church Road East, Stoney Creek. <br/><br/>**Please note: we only adopt within Ontario.

Won’t You Be My Neighbor?
Meet Mr. Rogers!! (case #6969)

This is Mr. Rogers, a 3-year-old gentleman who was well known in the neighborhood — and not because he borrowed sugar politely. Our guy has clearly been hosting the after-dark block parties of the feline world and has the résumé (and battle scars) to prove it.

When Mr. Rogers arrived, he was looking a little… post-apocalyptic chic. He had a few street-earned souvenirs—scrapes and cuts here and there—and thanks to some necessary vet care, he’s now sporting a velvety, choppy, avant-garde haircut that says “I didn’t choose this style, this style chose me.” His wounds are healing nicely, but his look currently falls somewhere between tough guy and modern art exhibit.

And yes — let’s address the neighborhood gossip. Mr. Rogers previously carried the unmistakable Eau de Tomcat, an aroma that boldly announced, “I have seen things.” Good news: he’s now neutered, the issue has been solved, and while there may be a faint lingering memory in the ai

Won’t You Be My Neighbor?
Meet Mr. Rogers!! (case #6969)

This is Mr. Rogers, a 3-year-old gentleman who was well known in the neighborhood — and not because he borrowed sugar politely. Our guy has clearly been hosting the after-dark block parties of the feline world and has the résumé (and battle scars) to prove it.

When Mr. Rogers arrived, he was looking a little… post-apocalyptic chic. He had a few street-earned souvenirs—scrapes and cuts here and there—and thanks to some necessary vet care, he’s now sporting a velvety, choppy, avant-garde haircut that says “I didn’t choose this style, this style chose me.” His wounds are healing nicely, but his look currently falls somewhere between tough guy and modern art exhibit.

And yes — let’s address the neighborhood gossip. Mr. Rogers previously carried the unmistakable Eau de Tomcat, an aroma that boldly announced, “I have seen things.” Good news: he’s now neutered, the issue has been solved, and while there may be a faint lingering memory in the air, it’s nothing time, love, and a cozy couch won’t fix. (Think: “ghost of masculinity past.”)

Despite his rough-and-tumble backstory, Mr. Rogers is shockingly friendly, affectionate, and ready to trade street life for soft blankets and a regular feeding schedule. He’s eager to settle into indoor life, though there may be a few adjustments as he learns that hands are for petting, not boxin