I meet Text in August 2013, he was about 12-15 weeks old, feral and a real hiss and spit with major catattitude. Until three weeks ago he has spent most of his life in a cage in a dark dingy barn, but in spite of his circumstances he evolved, maybe it was his sweet soul or perhaps his gentle disposition or the hours spent reading Readers Digest and the book Dewey to him while playing with a whip on a stick. Regardless, this little guy and his friend Bea are now being fostered by Heather and Rick and with any luck he will find his forever loving human and family. Today Text and I had a play date hope you enjoy some of the photos taken.
Posted on: Wed, 07 Jan 2015 05:31:45 +0000
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