When you’re found living under a tarp you can be forgiven for being pretty wary of the world! My brother, Hollis, and I were found in Arivaca at five weeks old with our eyes swollen shut and VERY frightened. But that was then, and this is now, and we’ve been nursed back to health and are coming out of our shells more every day (it doesn’t take kittens long to decide that being outgoing and lively is lots more fun than hiding!). I’m a little brown tabby and white girl and I guess all I can tell you is that I’m a “typical kitten” (with all the joy that that entails for humans!) and will one day never remember living “rough” when I was a baby. Why not help me do just that?