I'm lucky my foster mama loves ornery boy kittens!

He’s less than four months old, but in his short life, Moe has already used a few of his nine lives.  First, he was born outside to a feral mama.  It’s a big, bad dangerous world out there for teeny ones.  He was lucky in that our friends at Animal Allies rescued him, brought him inside and took care of him until Tails High had room for him.

Second, within two days of coming to Tails High, he stopped eating, stopped playing, and spiked a fever of 105+ degrees — probably a “mysterious kitten virus,” from which he’s now fully recovered.

And third, once he recovered his kitten mojo, characterized by unbridled curiosity, playfulness and joy, Moe discovered the heating duct in our dining room, likely assisted (and egged on) by our three-year-old cat, Phaedra.  When Ken came downstairs Friday morning, he saw that the metal vent on the floor had been lifted up, Phaedra was looking down into the heating duct, and scratching sounds were emanating from under the floor.  Ken reached his arm down and in, and felt Moe’s nose, just as he backed up, out of reach.  Because the vent was too small for Ken to do anything other than reach into it, he decided to make “interesting noises” in the room.  Sure enough, within a few seconds, Moe popped his little head into view, and Ken was able to get him.  Whew!  Thankfully, we did not have to rip up the floor to extricate the little troublemaker.

Moe is looking for a forever home, and will have no trouble finding one, because along with playing and exploring, he loves cuddling and making anyone who comes into this world happier for having met him.