I was barely a week old when my mom and siblings were rescued at BARC shelter.  My foster mom was looking for a nursing mother for an orphan kitten that was just a few days old.  She took us in and put me and my family in the "condo" so mom would have plenty of room!

She says I was a pistol from the start...'cause I'm an orange tabby.  I may be a "pistol",  but I will meow at you with a sad look on my face, so you will pick me up and love on me!  What can I say?  Mom says I have a Tom Sawyer "tude - whatever that means!