Hey all. A little dose of positivity for everyone:
He was stray 5 week old kitten I found crying alone in a bush at work last October. No sign of mom or the rest of the litter anywhere. So, I stuffed his tiny fuzzy self into my motorcycle tail bag and gave him what was (for a kitten) likely a very confusing 45 minute ride back to my house. He's made himself quite comfortable since then, and was officially adopted.
First contact. Eating my lunch.
He was tiny.
After the first of many flea baths.
Exploring his new surroundings.
He's straight hood yo.
Wasn't too sure about this whole "snow" thing.
He quickly became attached to me, and waits at the door for me to come back.
And turned into a serious cuddle buddy.
He's a big fan of shoulders.
Bed is getting a little small for Mr Sully now.
He helps me drink bourbon and play video games.
With spring here, he enjoys wearing his shark hoodie and staring out the back door at the wildlife.
