Patches

My name is Patches.<br/><br/>I used to have a family. When they got evicted, I got left behind. I didn’t understand what was happening, I just knew the door never opened again. I found a boarded-up house nearby and made that my spot. It wasn’t great, but it kept some of the rain and snow off of me. <br/><br/>There was a man down the street who started coming by every day. He brought food and talked to me like I mattered. He told me I was pretty. I believed him. He fed me well — probably too well — so yes, I’m a little full figured. I like food. I’m not pretending otherwise.<br/><br/>One night something came after me. I don’t know what it was, just that I didn’t win. I lost the sight in one eye. I manage fine now. I know my space, I map things out, and I pay attention.<br/><br/>When the area I was living in turned into a construction zone, it wasn’t safe anymore. The nice man called Purrfect Haven Cat Rescue and TNR to help me. That’s how I ended up in a loving foster home. <br/><br/>I’m around 8–10 years old. Not a kitten. I’m past the climbing-the-curtains stage. I like soft places, steady routines, and people who sit down for a while. I will absolutely come find you for attention. I’ll head-butt your hand. I’ll climb into your lap if you let me. If you stop petting me too soon, I’ll remind you by rubbing my head on you. <br/><br/>I don’t need much. A safe place. Regular meals. Someone who’s home enough to notice me.<br/><br/>I’ve done the outside thing and I didn't like it. I’m ready to be someone’s inside cat for good. I'm very potty trained and clean. I’ll stick close to you. I’ll sleep near you. I’ll keep you company in a quiet, steady way.<br/><br/>That’s it. I’m Patches.

My name is Patches.

I used to have a family. When they got evicted, I got left behind. I didn’t understand what was happening, I just knew the door never opened again. I found a boarded-up house nearby and made that my spot. It wasn’t great, but it kept some of the rain and snow off of me.

There was a man down the street who started coming by every day. He brought food and talked to me like I mattered. He told me I was pretty. I believed him. He fed me well — probably too well — so yes, I’m a little full figured. I like food. I’m not pretending otherwise.

One night something came after me. I don’t know what it was, just that I didn’t win. I lost the sight in one eye. I manage fine now. I know my space, I map things out, and I pay attention.

When the area I was living in turned into a construction zone, it wasn’t safe anymore. The nice man called Purrfect Haven Cat Rescue and TNR to help me. That’s how I ended up in a loving foster home.

I’m around 8–10 years old. Not a kitten. I

My name is Patches.

I used to have a family. When they got evicted, I got left behind. I didn’t understand what was happening, I just knew the door never opened again. I found a boarded-up house nearby and made that my spot. It wasn’t great, but it kept some of the rain and snow off of me.

There was a man down the street who started coming by every day. He brought food and talked to me like I mattered. He told me I was pretty. I believed him. He fed me well — probably too well — so yes, I’m a little full figured. I like food. I’m not pretending otherwise.

One night something came after me. I don’t know what it was, just that I didn’t win. I lost the sight in one eye. I manage fine now. I know my space, I map things out, and I pay attention.

When the area I was living in turned into a construction zone, it wasn’t safe anymore. The nice man called Purrfect Haven Cat Rescue and TNR to help me. That’s how I ended up in a loving foster home.

I’m around 8–10 years old. Not a kitten. I’m past the climbing-the-curtains stage. I like soft places, steady routines, and people who sit down for a while. I will absolutely come find you for attention. I’ll head-butt your hand. I’ll climb into your lap if you let me. If you stop petting me too soon, I’ll remind you by rubbing my head on you.

I don’t need much. A safe place. Regular meals. Someone who’s home enough to notice me