Boo Bear

Boo Bear was the first cat I adopted on my own as an adult.  He's proof positive that I cannot be trusted to visit any sort of animal shelter without bringing someone home.  I think it was about 8 years ago that I was out the pound with my mom because she was looking to adopt a dog, and I heard a sad wail distinct from all of the rest.  I looked to my left, and there was a sad, eye-and-nose-infected cat with his long arm reaching out of the cage towards me.  Instant tears... I knew I wasn't leaving there without him. I have no shame in my crazy cat lady love for this fur ball - he's my soulmate kitty.

He's like velcro to my side, always ready to curl up next to me and induce a good nap. He lets me dress him up - he knows he looks good in anything...

He loves the holidays...

He lives a very active lifestyle...

He's very affectionate...

He's just Boo.

Please, please adopt a full grown cat if you can.  They need a warm and loving home just as much little kittens.  I think adult cats bond to their owners even more so than adopted kittens. I swear Boo knows I rescued him - just look at that face!