I Dress to Impress

My new mom saw a posting on Nextdoor about a lady who needed to find homes for seventeen cats. She was intrigued, so she got contact information. She wanted to know if there was an adult orange cat available. There was: me! Mom came to meet me at the place I was staying with some of my friends. I did not want to be seen, and spent most of my time under the couch. Finally I came out, and Mom snapped a few photos with her phone. Mom learned that I am about 2 1/2 years old and normally very affectionate. Two days later, she brought a cat carrier and took me home…after a long trip to the vet. When I met Cousin MJ, she suggested a nickname for me: Hanz da Bronze.

I Am Shy, But Friendly

My new surroundings (new sights, sounds, and smells) made me shy. I found several hiding places. One was so good that Mom thought I might have escaped, although she could not see how that was possible. Now that I have been here more than a week, I am less shy and am learning to be comfortable most of the time. I am still not sure about the washer and dryer.