According to a “cat years calculator” (it’s a rather arcane process I won’t bother to explain!) my 11 years translates to about 61 in humans, so that really isn’t all that old in anyone’s book! My mom, however, was “getting up there” and although she loved me to pieces, when we played, her delicate skin sometimes got scratched so she though it best for me to find a new person to share life’s pleasures. She said that I was a very affectionate and dependent guy who loved to play with my toys and sleep with her. I do best with adults and would prefer being your one and only, so this handsome, declawed, gentleman would love to show you the many charms of orange tabbies! We’re really special you know!