I am one cutey patootie boy and I know it. When people come towards me I
do little tippy taps with my feet as I’m so happy to see them. All I
want is to be cuddled and held, but the problem is I have chronic
diarrhea. Nobody wants to pick up a cat that may leave poop on them.
The lady who rescued me brought me in from a back street breeder who
could no longer keep up with the over population of cats in her home.
We were a colony of twenty odd cats in the house and eventually
twelve other kittens and I came into a small cat rescue organization. My
health issues continued, plus now I have a terrible cold and eye
infections, so I was brought to Pet Patrol so that more intensive
medical care could be done…….