Hello good people,
I go by many names! I have been called Mr. Grey, Grey man, Mr. Mistoffelees or my favorite, The Lion King! Clearly, I need a new name given by a loving person ready to adopt me.
I was abandoned long ago but found my way into the backyard of a kind-hearted man a few years ago. He fed and cared for me and others in the neighborhood colony of abandoned cats. Very quickly, I claimed his backyard, the outdoor furniture, and of course, his heart.
Sadly, he died recently but his daughter has temporarily taken over my care. She must soon sell the home and can only take her father’s two indoor cats when she leaves. So, I need a safe new backyard and new person to feed me, fawn over me and give me the attention I deserve.
I am a very mellow fellow. The cat rescue people did their TNR thing last week so I am neutered and medically checked. Hard to say my exact age; I’m definitely an elder statesman longing to live a quiet, easy life with a quiet, gentle person.
Being outdoors in a safe backyard is all I’ve known for many years. Once I feel safe around the person caring for me, I would like to come in the house and check things out. Unfortunately, the indoor feline residents in my current situation are not open to that idea! Although I will probably always feel most at ease in a safe backyard, work with me a little and I’ll come in and share a meal with you in time!
I am NOT feral. I enjoyed the company of the kind man and I’ve grown fond of his daughter, but it took time for me to trust them and feel safe. I’m cautious and shy but once I trust you, I’ll be your hang out buddy. I’m not an aggressive boy. I get along with other cats and even skunks that steal the food they leave for me with sheer impunity! I’m fearful of new people and loud noises. Gardeners and their machinery are on my “bad” list!
I hope you will consider adopting me. I really need a soft place to land
A note from the human!
Thanks in advance for your consideration. I’m the daughter dealing with the loss of my dad and decline of my mom due to advanced dementia. My dad never met an animal in need that he didn’t try to help. So, finding a safe place for this beautiful grey boy is a commitment I owe to the cat and my father.