My name is Robert!

There's a small colony of cats around my apartment complex. I first saw a wisp of Robert about two months ago, but he disappeared the moment he saw a human. The first time I saw his face his big Tom cheeks made me think I'd lured a bobcat to my porch! That's where he got the name. He's since opened up to be the sweetest boy. My husband and I would absolutely adopt him if we weren't already at our pet limit per our lease. We got Robert neutered and vetted. He is FIV+ but leukemia negative so he's safe around other cats so long as they don't fight. He's friendly with all the outdoor cats and has been trying to engage with ours through the door with chirps and purrs, so I think he would like a friend or two. The vets aged him to six years and he's obviously had a rough life, but you'd never be able to tell with how he melts in your hands. He could drown out a Harley with his purrs and keep up with an industrial biscuit maker. Robert is ready to be someone's baby and give all the love