My friends call me Noah Natalie and Dr. Doolittle. There’s a reason for this. All animals come to me. Homeless and afraid? Go find Natalie. There must be some secret animal society out there with a list of the top 10 suckers who will take in any living, breathing creature if it needs help. I’m #1 on the list. My sister is #2.
I don’t mind. My husband, on the other hand, does mind. You see, he loves me, but he does not love animals – at least not to the same degree that I love them. So, this causes problems. Anytime another animal sees the word “Sucker” written on my forehead, my husband gives me the “You’re not taking this animal in” look. Being the wife I am, I disregard that look and take them in anyway. I’m a feisty one.
But enough about me.
Here's the reason for this post. Another kitten has found me, Noah Natalie, and he needs a good home. A home where he will be loved and cherished for the rest of his life. A kitten this cute deserves that, right?
His name is Cheeto. Or Boodan (Boudin - don't ask me why I named him after sausage). I'm still deciding which name fits him better. Cheebo is kinda cute - it's a good mix.
Here he is climbing up my leg.
Here he is climbing my leg again. He’s a leg man, I guess.
Excuse the blurriness. It’s not exactly easy to photograph an energetic kitten.
Anyway – Cheebo/Cheeto/Boodan is the sweetest, most loveable kitten I’ve ever fostered. He will make a wonderful pet for a loving family. I am willing to drive a reasonable distance to bring him to you if you’re interested. Please just send me an e-mail and I'll get back to you as quickly as possible.
Please feel free to pass along this information to anyone you know who may be in the market for a new kitty. I appreciate your help (and so does Cheebo/Cheeto/Boodan). :)