Oppenheimer
Best of the box I remember when I first decided to get a cat. I was living in Chico at the time and I checked on Craigslist and found someone was giving away kittens for free. The house was in the avenues (northern part of town). There was a big box, and inside the box were something like maybe six to eight kittens. There was a little orange kitten in the box, and he was probably the most active and kept jumping out of the box. Most of the other kittens were just content to be left in the box, but this orange cat wanted out. I knew right away that that was the cat for me, so I grabbed him and took him home. He litter box trained easily and I got him his shots and neutered him etc. He was already, I think, about six or eight weeks old at the time, so not quite a tiny, tiny kitten. He didn't need milk or anything like that anymore. But he also wasn't fully socialized as I came to learn later. He was already pretty ferocious in tooth and claw. I named him Oppenheimer, I am not re...