If you look up "Cat: Tabby" on Wikipedia, you will see me. If you look up "Tabby" in any dictionary, you'll also get me. So - why not just get The Real Me - Nash the Tabby - and dispense with all those reference works? I say all tabby guys are handsome, but some of us are more handsome than others. Guess who I'm talking about? Hee. Take special notice of my truly spectacular striped legs. If I didn't know better - and I do, I'd think someone painted me. They didn't. I've not been to the salon. Absolutely real. Born to it. And crop circles on my sides, too.

What am I doing here? That's a good question. You'll immediately figure out that I just love people, have spent time with nice people - people who petted me, talked to me, let me talk to them, and gave me belly rubs. Oh, no! I lost them - or they lost me. I don't know what happened. I do know that I was out roaming around White Bear Lake, and it was cold. It was not good. Here at Feline Rescue is good. Home in your home getting belly rubs, sacking out in an easy chair or warm window, having real conversations, would be better than good. It would be outstanding. I am outstanding. It works.

Please invite my Tabbiness to join your household. It's where I belong. I am as mellow as autumn sun, though I'd prefer some spring sun coming through the windows. I was born to be your Tabby Boy. Believe it. Bring over $100, and spring me from my cage - forever. Ahhh....

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!