You can call me OC for short. I am a teenage boy - and you know what that means. Among other things, I'm given to abbreviations and text messaging. I'm OC - my twin brother is GTC - he'll explain it - and we TM a lot about BBBWCs - that would be Big Brawling Black and White Cats. There are some around here. We are not afraid. Not me. I am looking for a good basketball team. When you see my long legs, you'll know why.

More. Actually, I own the universe. I have a lot of toes; that's important. The humans call me a polydactyl, but I think I am really a pterodactyl - I can soar and sail with the best. But I also take long strides across the room - just to let everyone know it's mine. All mine. Every bit of it. The BBBWCs think they run the show. So does that large white fellow with no tail. Ha! How could the ruler of the universe have no tail! I am the noblest. I do not need to say a word. All creatures see my fabulous zebra stripes, my self-assured walk, and they know. I own the universe. (C'mon - did you ever meet a handsome teenager who didn't?)

OC, that's me. I'd like to find a spacious corner of the universe, live in it with you and brother GTC, and rule it. Perfect. Well, almost. Being teenage boys, we need a refrigerator to raid. A large one. We have a people friend here who brings us treats - but she keeps her refrigerator to herself. So, where is yours? Got good stuff in it? Need a universal ruler with extraordinary stripes - and, if you look closely, a dark navy blue neck? (Not black, really not.) Oh, give me a home where no buffalo roam - $100 each for me and my sidekick - AKA GTC MB. Proud? You bet! I deserve to be.

PS: I currently reside at THE SHELTER (not in foster care). If you can't stop in but would like to know more about me, please call 651-642-5900, ext.3. Thanks!