My life started out a little scary. I was found by some nice person after falling out of the wheel-well of a car. I had a bad injury and it was discovered that I did not see very well. Despite that, I am a brave and active little boy who quickly figured out the layout of my foster mom's house (she helped by making sure that there were textured surfaces under the important things like my litterbox and food bowls), and I love to play and wrestle with the other foster kittens.
I am the MASTER of the kitty tunnel, and I love to run back and forth through it, then grabbing the toy on one end and bunny kicking it. I make charming little chirp sounds while I am playing and am very, very cute.
When I am not playing, I can often be found snoozing on the cat tree, or cuddling in foster mom's arms. Like Kafka, Tolstoy, and Hughes, I sleep with my foster mom.
For the most part I don't need any special care. If I lose track of where everyone is, I yell, foster mom or one of the other cats answer me, and I am fine. I have never had a problem using the litter box. If foster mom picks me up and carries me around, she makes sure to put me down somewhere with a specific texture (like the tile in the kitchen), so I know where I am.
I would love to come home with you and be your best little redheaded friend!
