He actually passed away when I was about four years old. I named him Tackle because he would always attack peoples finger. When my mom was feeding im with a bottle, he bit her finger and the whole thing was covered in blood.

We all laughed. We got him so young because his mom abandoned him. This is kinda gross, but funny. We were feeding him with the bottle, and bit and swallowed the tip. We all got worried, but we just found it in his litter box after awhile.

I just thought of him after getting this *great* adoptable of him.

I miss you Tackle! :*