Churchill's story

　　I found myself homeless in the countryside, outside of New Orleans, living with feral cats and a family of armadillos. Relying on my wits and a few friendly humans working nearby for food. Everyone thought I was just another feral cat because I have a chipped ear. It wasn't until one nice couple who continued to feed me every night discovered that not only was I an attention seeker, but I was also declawed and defenseless in the wild. Unable to locate my owner, my foster parents took me back home to Los Angeles.

　　Since I no longer have my Wolverine talons for defense I will need a comfy home and my own human companion to control, I mean love. My past-times include playing hide and seek from inside my kitty stroller, swatting at thingys that dangle nearby... and eating; I'm a bit of a foodie, and look forward to meal times like there's no tomorrow. My foster parents have spoiled me into eating wet food only now.

　　I've been known to enjoy a little nibble now and then, or love bites as my foster mom calls them. I'm sure she would describe me as friendly, feisty, adventurous, chatty, adaptable and affectionate.

　　My foster parents would love to keep me but they have two stinky doggies who get on my nerves with their droopy mouths and uncivilized behavior. I am looking for a forever indoor home.

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