Smooch's Story
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My siblings and I were rescued from a dumpster at a large apartment complex in Hayward. We were very small and malnourished, but the Fat Cat people took care of us and we're all now strong and healthy -- we're Fat Cats!
Hi, I’m Smooch, but my foster mom likes to call me Phantom because I am a man of mystery and I look like that opera guy. I’m getting into the role. Even though I’m still kittenish, I am very mature for my age. I’ve been at my foster mom's for about 3 weeks now, and she's always gushing and telling me how beautiful I am, but hey, I'm a dude, and prefer to be called devilishly handsome. But it’s ok, the Phantom accepts all compliments.
Don't get me wrong: even though I'm independent and mysterious, a fellow still needs love, and I frequently seek out my foster mom for a tummy rub and chin scratch. My foster mom LOVES to pet me and that’s cool. I love our quiet time together and she rubs my tummy and tells me what a great boy I am and I purrrrr. My brother Smooch aka Bruiser and I are good buddies, and we love to play with the feather wand toy (I think my brother might be obsessed about that toy). At the end of a long day we like to curl up together. No mystery there!
I’d love to meet you if you can get into a mysterious loveable phantom guy. I’ll await your response. P