His name is Aleister

Chelsea is my granddaughter and a real animal lover, cats, dogs, turtles, monkeys, horses, and so on. She would go over to this friends of hers house a few times a week to hang out.  They had a big long haired cream and tan cat that according to Chelsea was sorely neglected. The cat had big knots in his fur, cuts on his legs, and his eyes were kinda glazed and red around the edges. She had talked to her friend about the cats health and from her thinking they didn't seem to care. One day while visiting her friend and getting more frustrated by the situation, when she left she picked up the cat and took it with her. Just picked him up and walked out the front door with him. No one stopped her and that's how Alister became part of our Kentucky family. When she brought him home, her dad immediately took the cat and shaved off all his fur. The cat was so delighted with his hair cut, you could tell by the way he was walking around and rolling on the floor, awesome.