Darby roamed as the neighbourhood big guy for over a year until a concerned resident caught him on St. Patrick’s Day. And so his new life began with an Irish name. Approximately 6 years old, he was covered with war wounds and chest punctures. He is growing out a dashing lion cut to deal with his mats. We are now seeing the character he is – bossy but charming, big appetite, big attitude. He lives with several other cats and stakes his ground with a swagger, a swat, but no fight. He won’t be a cuddly lap cat. He will be a source of constant talking, head butts and pet me now demands. Let’s give this guy a chance to let his personality shine.
