George

My cat. He is a big grey tiger cat and he is the oldest of three cats that i own. We took in George when we lived in Tenessee. He came around winter time and we discovered him sleeping in my other cat's outside box. We didnt take him in right away because he was a decent weight and looked pretty healthy. Now, George is a smart cat, so when he knew we were aware of him, he slowly started to get thinner until we finally decided to do it. By now I'm sure you're all wondering, "why the name George?" Well, we didnt actually name him. Kids in the neighborhood thought he was a cat that my neighbor owned, named George. My dad, who was in Iraq at the time, wanted to name him Conan (awful, i know) but George just stuck.
Recently, we got two new cats at the shelter because George needed a friend. Toby, a one-year-old black cat and Caylee, a grey tiger kitten, were new additions to the family. George loves Caylee and the two play very often. George and Toby, on the other hand, don'd get along so well. they fight, ambush, and chase each other. i think its hilarious, but i feel bad for my buddy. i wouldnt like it if someone just stuffed another person into my house...