I’ve learned that sometimes the best things in life are the ones that weren’t planned at all. I know my arrival here was a bit of a surprise, but I truly feel like I’ve finally found where I belong. Life was getting pretty scary for a while. I remember the only person I knew opening their car door and being left all alone in a pet store parking lot, and honestly, I wasn't feeling like myself at all. I was all beat up, and one of my legs was so swollen it felt twice as big as it should be.

The caretakers say I have something called FIV, too. I don't know much about that, but I do know that even when I was hurting, I never stopped wanting to be near people. I just kept hoping that if I stayed sweet and kept purring, someone would see that I’m just a boy who wants a little kindness.

The sanctuary took me in, and now my leg is feeling so much better. Now that I’m safe, my favorite thing in the whole world is playing. I absolutely love toys! I could bat them around all day.

I’m looking for a sponsor mom or dad to help look after me and maybe send a new toy my way every now and then. I promise to keep being the sweetest boy ever. Is there room in your heart for a kitty like me?