As part of the “Flintstone litter,” my five siblings and I lived with a foster mom for three weeks when we first arrived in early July because we needed a lot of extra care at our tender ages. She said that among all of the gang, I was sort of reserved at first, but if she picked me up, I just melted in her arms and purred. Well, I’ve continued that tradition now that I’m here — I’m a laid back guy who is content to watch or join in the fun — whichever option catches my fancy. I’m a young tuxedo boy who is going to turn into one handsome fella when I’m grown. But between now and then, why not take me home so you can enjoy the transformation?