His Name is Levi

Levi was a kitten that was passed around several homes before coming to IAR. He had been given as a gift to a person that didn't want him, and poor Levi was passed along to another person who found him too rambunctious. I had 2 cats, and had just moved to a place large enough to accommodate a third, and so when I saw Levi's picture in IAR's ad, I knew I had to meet him. My husband and I went to meet Levi at a space IAR had in a local mall. Levi had met some other families before we saw him, and he had been vigorously playing and was quite exhausted. I sat down in our little meeting room, and he jumped into my lap, and went to sleep. I knew that we were not the only people who had applied for Levi's adoption, and so when we got the call that we had been approved and Levi was ours, it felt like we had won a contest. Levi's foster mom brought him to our apartment, and Levi came right out of his carrier, and made himself at home. We had set up a room for him with a baby-gate, to
let him and our cats get used to each other, but Levi would have none of it, and jumped right over the gate. He was never the least bit bothered when our cats hissed and growled at him, and went right on about his business. He LOVED playing, and would wear us out. Levi trotted around with his tiny mice in his mouth, and he would drop them for us to throw for him. He is 5 years old now, and still loves to play, and will fuss if we do not give in to his demands. Levi's nicknames are "Mr. Fussy Pants" and "El Diablo" because he can be quite diabolical. He is expert at stealing food, and has the LOUDEST meow I have ever heard. I really think he loves the sound of his own voice. He is the alpha-cat in our large, multi-cat household. He is swift, agile, and king of all he surveys. And, of course, we love him dearly.
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