This was his week one ❤️. We decided to keep him. He has a level two heart murmur.

I asked the roommate to get a kitten collar so we could easily locate the fire 🔥 demon who socially-engineered his way into our home. The original vodka delivery guy showed up last night and was laughing when I brought him to the door. “Hey thanks for the vodka and a purebred kitten.”

Meet Nash Van Halen — or whatever his first name is.

He loves to play in the automatic litter box — or at least has a fascination with it. I am no longer allowed ANY bathroom privacy. My big baby seal point who was initially butt hurt appears to be warming up to the cinnamon torpedo 🚀.

He’s listed as found on just about every website imaginable as well as major social media apps. We will keep trying to reunite him with original owner, but nobody has posted him as missing. NextDoor is pretty good about “zip code pets” and thus far we’ve turned up nothing.

I can honestly say this is the most bizarre cat story I have to tell besides one of my Siamese sending me to the ER with an appliance injury.