When the volunteers saw “CHC” listed as my breed on my intake information, they were really stumped! After sifting through the papers though, they discovered that my owners considered me a “common house cat”! Well, hey — there’s nothing common about me — we felines are all unique! My mom recently developed extreme health issues, so unfortunately my friend, Baby Girl, and I needed to move on. Dad said, “Although initially shy with strangers he soon comes out to investigate. He loves sitting on his mom’s chest, and will chase everything. He is a real sweetheart and loves to have his face and head petted – but the not rest of him unless he’s standing up.” I’m a handsome 3-year-old orange tabby who just needs one last home that I’m hoping will include Baby Girl.