I think he was around 4-5 months old when I first saw him. He was barely bigger than my palm back then. He looked so scrawny and pitiful that I started doing the 'cat mom' thing. I didn't want him dying early, so once we got close enough to handle, I took him to the vet for his shots. Around the time for his 3rd round, this little jerk started puking and having diarrhea like crazy. I was stressed out but took him back to the vet. The medical bills were brutal. After he got better, I couldn't just kick him back out. I was so worried and felt for the guy, so after thinking it over for a few days, I officially became a 'butler' and he's lived with me for two months now. We met at the start of summer, so it's been about half a year. He's around one year old now (estimated). He threw a fit for almost a month trying to get back to the streets, but he's over it now. He's even 'semi-water attribute' since he doesn't go totally berserk during baths lol.
"The community is loving this 'street-to-home' glow-up, joking about the cat's 'gangster' markings while praising the OP for surviving the vet bills and becoming a top-tier cat butler."
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