My name is Leroy Brown Tabby Bad Eye!

Funny story: his surgery chart said “brown tabby bad eye” as a descriptor.

Although the beginning of his life began at the worst time. Luckily some nice folks found him and siblings in a brush pile on the side of the road.

Everyone was brought in and the feral phase didn’t last very long.

Now he is the most loving cat one could ask for.

And the best part about everything is that his “bad eye” won’t have to come out. It’s not causing any discomfort.

I added the Leroy to the front of his name after someone jokingly suggested it on Facebook.

So meet Leroy Brown Tabby Bad Eye(think of it as a lost version of the Jim Croce song).

He may not be meaner than a junkyard dog, but he will be as loyal as one. Or something.