Photos: Meet the Kitten
Meet our littlest cat, Otto. He is a Japanese Bobtail, muscular and quick, and certifiably insane. Over the three years we have had him he has gotten a bit better but he still is not what one would call gregarious.
The woman acquired him while she was working at Penitentiary Glen. The Wildlife Center there tends to be a collecting point for all animals, not just the indigenous ones that are their mandate. A lady stopped at the center when she realized that the noises coming from under the hood of her car were not mechanical in nature. A little white kitten was pried out of the engine compartment and, miraculously, unhurt other than completely terrified.
Now, the Wildlife Center cannot keep animals that are not in its mandate and so those animals are sent to the county shelter. The woman was not brooking that. She called me and said that she was taking it to find a home for him. That didn't work out so we picked up cat number four.
He is about a half step away from feral. It took him to the past year for him not to run away when I came into the room. Further, his relations with the other cats is a bit antagonistic. To put it simply, and how we most often describe it, is that Otto is just a little asshole.
But he does take a good picture.
