I found myself living outdoors and made my way to a yard where a lady feeds homeless kitties. The other kitties were mean to me, so she brought me in her house. A man came to see me and said I was very sweet but the lady couldn’t keep me because she was at their “agreed upon limit” for cats in the house. That makes no sense. Why would anyone put a quota on love? The man agreed I could stay while she tried to find me another home. Maybe yours? I’m a pretty easy going guy, just a bit talkative. I love soft food, but am fine with the crunchies too. Oh, I thought you should know that I am a polydactyl, meaning I have an extra toe on each of my paws. We’re also called “Hemingway Cats” because the writer had some kitties like us. Wouldn’t you like one too?
More about Tyrone the Hemingway Boy
Good with Dogs, Good with Cats, Good with Kids
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