Arrival Story: My Husbands cat Frosty....My husband was sad when he first moved out of his childhood home to a small apartment with friends.
So, his brother brought home this little white, albino, multi-toed, kitten and from the get go he knew there was going to be trouble.
Frosty was lovable but he NEEDED to be outside. He needed to be a cat-cat, he was just different..and we had enough animals to know that he was just different. He was a fantastic hunter much to our dismay and had about 90 lives, not 9.
Bio: Frosty was beautiful and trouble all at the same time and we loved him dearly. He was constantly getting in trouble, and constantly using up those 9 lives. When my husband and I became engaged instead of using our engagment gifts for our home, we used the money for most of Frosty's Dr's bills. He was so sweet and so bad all at the same time. Frosty wanted to live outside so much that we decided to bring him to our cousins farm upstate so he could be around horses & cows and have fun...but en route' he escaped and we haven't seen him since. Knowing frosty--he is alive and well and the warden at a mouse prison.