Wrabbit was a 6 week old feral kitten when I scooped him up on June 16th 2001. He was just one of 31 kittens that inhabited and romped around a lumber shed at a working lumber mill. After observing and counting the many kittens within the shed that day, i thought that I would pick out a pretty orange one, but this was the only one that i could catch. I was disappointed that all I got was a plain common one but he has developed into a cat with a special personality. He has overtime been the perpetrator of much mischief in the house and after two years he has barely slowed down. Almost every day it seems that i have to scold him and tell him he's the one "bad cat" around here. He is a trouble cat but he's a keeper. I just hope that he will grow up, calm down and become that lazy old tomcat that I'm expecting to have someday.