In case you’re wondering how I got the name Wino, it’s because I lived in a bar! I’m a firm believer that every establishment should have a mascot of some sort, and since I was a stray, the nice owner (and patrons) saw that I was relatively well cared for. I finally ended up in a shelter though, and when it closed, the good folks here agreed to take me in. I’m a very handsome 6-year-old ticked tabby gentleman, and since I’ve been around such a diverse group of people for a long time, I’m just as outgoing and friendly as can be. I can’t promise to fix you a nice cold martini when you come home, but I sure will be there to talk about your day!