I was two weeks old and when my owner stopped at a stop sign I was hurled out of the window into the woods, luckily for me the guy who took this photo thought it looked odd and was behind my previous owners car , he stopped to see what was thrown out.And even though my eyes were not open I had a hell of a pair of lungs, and even though I could only squeak my squeak was loud enough for me to be found .My new owner took me home , against his instincts to find my previous owner and beat them to a pulp, and fed me some nice warm milk with some honey in it . After a few days my eyes opened fully and I could focus on this really nasty looking guy who without a doubt would have beaten my previous owner to a pulp. I recognized his smell and the warmth I had felt as he kept me close for a few days and for a week or so afterwards I learnt how to eat for myself and to not annoy his much bigger cats too much .
Now I’m a big guy myself and follow my new owner about everywhere .
Hes a pretty cool dude for someone who looks like he could rip your head off…..but I like him .
He tells me he doesn’t like humans much but I have no idea what that means .