Meet the new man in my life:
Stretch is his name because that’s what he does most of the time; at least when he’s not playing or trying to eat string or jumping on the countertops.
His first week was spent mainly in the closet. It was his happy place and I was frustrated. He’d come out for a bit but then run right back in whenever a neighbor walked by. Now he’s comfortable with all the nuances and noises of my apartment building and rarely visits the deep dark recesses of the closet.
I found him at the Burbank Animal Shelter. He had been dropped off there one night with no information. No name, no birthday. Nothing. The shelter estimated him at about a year old and found out he was fixed. That’s all I know about his previous life. It doesn’t seem as if he was treated badly and he’s pretty well adjusted so I can only assume someone had to move and couldn’t bring him with. And their loss is my gain.
More pics because I’m a crazy happy mama, or crazy cat lady…but I only have one so I’m gonna go with option A.