So far, life hasn’t been a big bowl of cream for me or my housemates, Carley and Chase. After our dad died, someone thought they were doing a good deed by leaving us outside and feeding us, but after a few months, we became more defensive, as there were so many threatening things out there. Once upon a time I was a very sweet guy though, and with the help of the volunteers, I’m coming around. I love to be brushed and have my head scratched and will happily take a treat from you, so I’ll bet in a nice quiet home (it’s anything but quiet here!), the “old me” will come to the fore. All I need is a chance, so this is my plea for you to give me just that!