I just felt the need to gush about my sweet orange boy to someone who won’t think I’m crazy! 🤪 I found him and his siblings abandoned and caged on an abandoned front porch at 4 weeks old, and with the help of my local shelter, I fostered all 4 of them and then adopted him. His name is Woody, and he was the smallest one of the litter and the closest to death. I had to bottle feed him too. He is now 7 months old and I just love him so much. He’s such a sweetheart, he’s a cuddler and definitely a velcro kitty. I’ve never had such a close bond with an animal before, and I about explode from cuteness/love overload every day. 😂 The only bad thing is I have so much anxiety about him and his health and the inevitable day that he’ll die. My intrusive thoughts have gotten better as he’s gotten older, thankfully. It makes me wonder how people do this with human children! Lol!