I was born into a feral cat colony on the outskirts of a forest near my human's apartment. When I was 6 months old, her sweet neighbor found me the day before this photo was taken. Weeks after being TNR'd, which explains my ear, I had become infested with fleas and parasites and felt truly awful. When my human took me in, we were both very quiet and sad. Her sister died just a month earlier, and I think she needed me just as much as I needed her. Today I'm 10 months old, healthy amd trying my best to adjust to this life indoors. My human is also getting back on her feet and is a working college student. I'm sure she'll be posting the many surprises I leave for her to wake up or come home to!