Posted over 3 years ago | Updated over 3 years ago
For years everyone called me "Hobo Kitty." A nice lady fed me and gave me a bed on her porch but I didn't really belong to anyone. Living outside it was hard to keep my long fur sleek and clean. One day another nice lady took me to the vet for a lion cut. It was scary but it felt good to get rid of all that matted fur. After that I decided to retire from outdoor life.
My rescue mom named me Lobo and gave me my own room so I could be away from the other cats. It's a relief to be inside but I still feel like I don't belong to anyone. I wish I had my own person I didn't have to share with other animals.
My favorite things in the world are a warm lap and head scritches. I purr and knead to show my appreciation and get so happy I start drooling. Like a lot of long-haired cats I can get overstimulated easily and be sensitive to touch. I need a cat savvy person with a quiet household who will be attuned to my specific needs. In return I will give them my love and loyalty and lots of biscuit