This is Hobo Skimbleshanks at, best guess, 4 months old. Our factory production planner found him in a railroad boxcar at our raildock. This is his first day home, still covered in creosote and raildust
He must have gone to sleep in the railcar and woke up alone, because for the longest time, he was afraid to sleep by himself. Mischief Mistoffolees was the first to get over the "new kitten syndrome" and offer him a tail to hang onto as he slept
And here is my big clown baby now....the day she handed him to me at the factory, I draped him over a shoulder, and to this day, that is his favorite place to "hang out"
He must have gone to sleep in the railcar and woke up alone, because for the longest time, he was afraid to sleep by himself. Mischief Mistoffolees was the first to get over the "new kitten syndrome" and offer him a tail to hang onto as he slept
And here is my big clown baby now....the day she handed him to me at the factory, I draped him over a shoulder, and to this day, that is his favorite place to "hang out"