I’m a big guy too, like a linebacker from the New York Giants! I’m 7 years old already and they haven’t recruited me to play for them yet, but I’m still hopeful. Maybe it’s my funny feet that’s the reason they haven’t called yet. Foster Mommy says I’m – what’s that word? – “syndactyl”. Something to do with some of my toes being fused together. Doesn’t bother *me* so long as my toenails stay trimmed – I get a “mani-pedi” at the vet every three weeks. (And, no, that doesn’t make me a sissy!) I can’t jump on things the way the other cats at home do, but I’ve heard some people actually prefer that. That foolish Timber’s Legacy volunteer likes to call me “Twinkle-Toes” (grrr). Really disrespectful. It’s okay – I like her anyway. 🙂
Because I’m really just a big mushball. I like to roll over on my back whenever Foster Mommy pets me so she can get to my tummy, and I *love* being brushed! Here’s a photo of me wearing my “Twinky-face” while Foster Mommy brushes me at an adoption event. I love my Foster Mommy, but what I would really like is to have a REAL Mommy or Daddy to cuddle with! Oh, and maybe to live with fewer cats. The other cats at Foster Mommy’s house like to make fun of my feet and show off how high they can jump. Really, it’s just annoying. I mean, I *know* they’re just jealous of my beautiful ORANGE coat, and none of them can GRIN like I can, but still! On the other hand, I wouldn’t mind a couple of nice siblings to hang with. Or I could be by myself too. Anyone got any leads for me?