It's not my fault that I am voted rascal of the year. Okay fine. Maybe it is. I did come into the rescue with a bang. Like... a bang as the new people unloaded my crate and I immediately shoved my head through the bars getting it stuck and they dropped everything to try and pry the bars apart to squeeze my tiny little head through.

You should have seen them panic.

So yeah, I may have made things memorable. But stilll... RASCAL OF THE YEAR?

Okay. Maybe I did then proceed to escape the kitten crate where my food and water was every day in 2 seconds flat all the time so that I would lock myself out and poop on the floor because I couldn't get back in to my litter box. Eventually my foster mom gave up and just gave me free range with a different litter box so that I could come and go as I please, not poop on the floor, and always be with the human. Who can blame me??? I just wanted to nap next to the people so really they left me no choice but to break out.

Okay okay okay fine. I did more. I may have been a bit of a mess while I learned to groom myself. My foster mom did have to give me three baths in one day once but again NOT MY FAULT. Someone made me long haired and that is hard to figure out as just a little guy. I got it now. I am the softest floofiest thing around AND CLEAN! People can't help but pick me up and rub their face into me and boy do I love that. I let out the biggest purrs and tell them yes this is the life.

You're right. There is more. I did also learn the really difficult big spiral stair case and scare the crap out of my foster family when I was still 6 weeks old. Yeah. They claimed to have a heart attack while my other siblings stayed on the floor they were supposed to. AGAIN I JUST WANT TO BE WHERE THE PEOPLE ARE! So I guess if that means I am rascal of the year then fine. I am. Also seriously?! Who can blame me. I AM orange after all. I am just being a loveable orange baby.

Okay okay okay... I may be a bit more grown up now but I they still think I am rascal of the year? So what if I am a toe biter and foot licker! I just want to show the people that I still care. I am here to love them even if only the feet are easily accessible. I promise you that as I have grown I have kept my coat as clean and soft as can be. My head is too big to shove it through bars. I no longer poop on the floor. I am actually quite the nice guy. I will purr with every bit of affection and curl up with you. Okay, maybe I will play a little rough with my siblings or your hands but no cat can be perfect. I am trying! What I am perfect at is being all that you need. Just like your small town Co-op Agro shop. I have the love, the floof, the shenanigans, the cute, and the love. Wait. I said that twice. But seriously, I have shelves and shelves of it to give.

Even if people are my main focus, I want play time with my siblings and to curl up with them and rest my head on them. That is what siblings are for... head rests. I love my belly rubs and will insist on sleeping with the humans. That is what I need in life.

I would love to be adopted with one of my siblings or adoptive siblings. My top picks are Vice of Choice or Morrow (shhh don't tell my other siblings) but I would also be happy with Napa Auto Parts or Peavey Mart. I am just too little and energetic to be on my own. I haven't met kids yet but I think I would like them. I am pretty easy going as long as you love me, play with me, and give me snacks. I think the cats and dogs I am living with are all alright. They don't scare me even when they are grumpy at my shenanigans.