Figaro

Judith says: I was lucky enough to adopt Figaro aka Big Fig. He can be sweet and snuggles on the couch with us and his fringed pillow or attack like a wild cat. I was told he has some Maine Coon in him. Figaro was the only one of three kittens that survived the litter. His mom was not a good mother, she left him to fend for himself right from the start. After being bottle feed for 2 days another "crazed mom" took him and deposited him in a bush 4 feet off the ground in a less trafficked area. After several hours of looking, he was found, just in time to be plunge into another litter. When I saw him at a ripe old age of 7 1/2 weeks he was running and playing with 5 dogs! He came home with me that very night. I called my husband on my way and instructed him to dig out the cat gear... that we had a new addition to the family! Although he has been fixed, he fights like a champ. He is about to turn 3 years old and has grown into a big beautiful cat. (I never thought he would grow into his tail but he did)