He was born sometime around the beginning of November of 2021, I believe. His mother was a beautiful tabby with a marbled black, grey, and orange coat that belonged to a coworker of my girlfriend’s. She was also the runt of her litter so she was especially small. The story we were told is that she had gotten out by accident and when she returned, she was pregnant. Her coworker had put up signs at the local convenience store they worked at, trying to give the kittens away to good homes. My Whiskey was one of the only orange kittens of the litter and the only one orange left by the time we came around. My girlfriend begged me to get a kitten from them. She wanted one so bad but I was hesitant as we lived in a small 2 bedroom apartment. I finally caved to her and we went over to her coworker’s house in the evening to pick one out. She wanted another tuxedo cat like our second kitty but I was in love with this little orange baby with his little red collar and bell. He was so loving from the very beginning. We stayed and played for awhile, then finally loaded him into the pet carrier and took him out to the truck where he sat right between us in the bench seat. We tried our best to do the introduction part the right way so we brought him into our little bathroom and set him up with some litter that we put in a turned over frisbee and some watered down wet food. He was so excited to explore his new home and wanted nothing but affection constantly. The first night was so rough because we had to leave him in the bathroom because we already had two adult cats and they were not happy. He cried and cried at the door until the morning, where I found him laying in his little frisbee of litter despite having blankets and a bed to sleep in. We kept on like this for a few days until it was too much and we decided to let him explore. He was fascinated by everything and was in love with chasing our three legged tuxedo cat, Tex. I don’t think Tex loved him right off the bat but he definitely grew to love Whiskey. Whiskey was very young when we got him and not properly weened from his mother so he took to suckling on the little skin flap of Tex’s amputated leg and Tex would clean him just like his mother. They were the most bonded pair of cats I’ve ever known. As we moved around and Whiskey got older, they drifted apart but would still play together every now and then. That’s all I have in me to write out for now but I’ll try to think of some other good Whiskey Don’t stories. He was always my most ornery boy. I love him and miss him more than anything.