Meow! My name is Snow

I was named by my First Mom and First Grandma when I was 3 months old and playing in the back yard.  There was this big pine tree and I would climb up it, roll myself into a ball and go to sleep on the branches.  First Mom could not find me one day and looked in the tree and thought I was a ball of white snow on the green branches.  Then I sat up and looked at her.  Boy was she surprised (giggle).
 
I was a little depressed when I arrived.  You see, I did not know what “inside” was.  But it was dangerous out there and being the laid back guy I am, I just was not cut out for the street life, even if the back yard was pretty safe and we got lots and lots of food and love.
 
Human here:  Snow has all his claws but never uses them on people or other cats, is FIVFeLV negative, has had worm meds and flea treatment.  He was always different then the other feral cats where he was born and wanted human companionship—just like so many of the Flame Points we have rescued. (I think it is that Red Tabby gene they carry that makes them so outstandingly friendly.!)
 
He likes to be held like a baby and completely relaxes if you rub his tummy.  He is stunningly gorgeous—with longer hair that is like angora.  Very cotton-y soft and not like regular cat hair.  His shedding is surprisingly minimal and likes to be brushed even when he does not need it!
 
 
Snow is pictured with his first girlfriend Ling-Ling.