I have a little cat…his name is Peter.

(He likes shoes.)

Medicine in his eyes, ears, and mouth. He has been a handful!

When I adopted him he was probably between 4 and 6 weeks old. He is growing like a weed! He is very sweet (though not perfectly box trained :). I never knew he would turn out to be so frisky. He’s a little jumping bean. He even boldly wrestles with our Maine Coon cat. :)