I got him from the pound on January 30, 2011. He had been brought in as a stray four days prior. Originally I'd planned to take whichever cat that had been there the longest, but then I saw him. He was the only cat who was too frightened to move. He sat at the back of his cage, watching. I didn't know if he was kind or nasty, I just knew he was scared out of his furry little head.
So I brought him home and fattened him up. Now he's a playful little dude who finds absolutely everything fascinating. I want to share his adorableness through this blog. And, trust me, there is no shortage of said adorableness.
I realize this isn’t Figaro, but had to post this anyway. This was taken several years ago. Both Annie (white) and Paws (brown tabby) passed away last year. I love this shot of them as a ying-yang on my bed. I miss them dearly.