Yogi

My name is Yogi and I was plucked off the mean streets of Mascot because some lovely people were concerned about a painful facial injury I had from the street lyf. Happily, at the same time they gave me a microchip and removed some painful teeth, but sadly, they took away my manhood before I could talk them out of it. TBH (and on the down low) I'm probs too old for that business anyway, being 13 years young. I'm a bit like Paul Rudd and I never age (I'm def more handsome though).

Thanks to the lyf, I have FIV but neither me nor my foster carer have noticed this has any affect on my love of life or health. I've detected no difference to my ability to cat about so I'm not fussed by this diagnosis. All you need to be concerned about is when you're going to fill my bowl with food (hint: always).

I'll sleep the day away while my carer works full time, to prepare for playing like a kitten when she is home (feathers are my jam) and accepting cuddles and pats to her heart's content.

When I first came into care I had a few bald patches and my fur was rough and moth eaten. These days I'm silky smooth as a kitten's bottom, and while my face injury is a lil bald the rest of me is all fur.

I'm house and litter trained and nothing beats a nap; I'm sure I belonged to someone in my early years but I can't remember much of that. On a side note, I looove people. Like, love love. Like when my carer has people over I'm totally in amongst it. Who has time to hide when cuddles are to be had!

I love a lap more than anything. My carer obliges cos she loves it too. Also, have you seen me?

So if you're keen on love, magic, and romance (and modesty), swipe right on me and I'll sweep you off your feet.

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