Born in our wood pile by a stray cat. the mother must of nursed him maybe 3 weeks before abandoning him. He found him with eyes still shut and all alone starving. He was full of fleas and his stomach empty. we bottle fed him until he could eat from a dish.
His hind legs were higher than his front. his white fur was long and his black fur was short. He was a vision. and a lesson in letting go.
This is a picture of butt and cheyenne. Cheyenne was almost 4 months at this time. showing how huge butt was
He adopted us and we named him Sylvester but soon he became Butthead. (He would take the poop out of the kitty litter box and bat it across the floor like it was a mouse.) Later we broke him of that. But he had to pooh in any plants so we became plantless. Also Christmas trees were never safe from the sprinkling.
Baby Butt loved his food. He would lay in
front of it purring as he ate. He was my kitty. He watched tv in my lap and was there for a pet or kitty paw massage when ever I wanted and sometimes when he decided I needed it.
Later as he grew he because baby butt. He was a whopping 37 pounds before the tainted cat food took his life.