Visit to the Vet

Well, it's official. I'm a BOY!

This was a bit of a surprise to my foster parents. It shouldn't be, explains why I don't get along with the other two cats or the dog so much, they're all girls!!! (For the record, I would love to play with them they're just sexist!) My foster dad puts up with a lot of mouthy women in this house.

He put me in his pocket to bring to the vet, but I didn't mind. Matter of fact, I didn't mind the vet visit at all. Dr. John said I was the first kitten he's seen that didn't fight him getting all of my shots or the stool sample. Not that I would want it all again, but I checked out clean and healthy so it was all worth it.

I'm still looking for a home, so anyone interested in a playful boy cat who likes other animals, let my foster parents know!