Formerly Feral Friday

My name is Rocky, and I'm a former feral. But I kicked the habit pretty quickly in 1999 when I came to live with my furrever mom Sharolyn when I was only one day old. Here I am in my mom's hands when I was just a few days old:

I was rescued from beside Raccoon Lake in Indiana after a raccoon sent my feral cat mother and littermates over the Rainbow Bridge. My beanmom Sharolyn didn't think I'd live because I was so young, but I showed 'em! Of course, it probably helped that she bottle fed me every 3 hours 24/7 then burped me and rubbed my belly so I'd go potty in a paper towel.

And here I am today, the CEO (Cat Executive Officer) of Artsy Catsy. See, even former ferals can grow up and be somebody! But as this photo illustrates, I still believe that mom's hands are for holding and feeding me and not for anything else! Well, that paper towel business I can do without. (And keep it quiet, but I still like to hit the bottle every now and then.)