Butler Brown

by Dlynch
(Shreveport, LA)

Butler came to us by way of our neighbor who had this little kitten screaming in her back yard. He was 7weeks old and starving. I took him home and fed him and tried to wash the fleas off him. I took him to the pound two days later because I had just had pneumonia and did not need a kitten. Three days later I went and got him. He has been a joy. I named him Butler because he looks like he has on his Tux, gloves and spats. His last name just evolved as a joke. Bad, Bad, Butler Brown baddest cat in the whole dam town....
He's Rotten!