I’ve been meaning to do this for a while now…
This is Mario.
We got him in April from a rescue organization. He came with the name Mario. We soon discovered that he is aptly named, for his jumping skills are unparalleled.
Mario was living on the streets, and got caught up in a feral trap, one of those catch-fix-release operations. He was taken to a vet and snipped, and they even notched his ear. But it soon became apparent that he wasn’t feral. He was not afraid of people, and was even seeking attention. He knew how to use the litter box. And so on. So rather than being dumped back on the streets, he was put into the adoption pool.
He was pretty scrawny when we got him, but we’ve managed to fatten him up a bit. He still acts like every meal will be his last, but he’s slowly starting to calm down a bit. He often lets me know when it’s meal time:
Like most cats, he loves to squirrel himself into small spaces…
A few days ago I went to grab the laundry bucket to do a load, and thought “why is this so heavy?” Mario was most displeased over being disturbed.
This is a common site in our bedroom in the afternoon. Mario is in the rear up on the pillows. Left front is Ophelia, and right front is Irving.
