My name is Richie!

Two-year-old Richie was tossed into a carrier and dumped outside a pet store—no wonder he was terrified when he came into our care! In his foster home, he hid out for days, but his need to love and be loved has slowly emerged and now, he's a real mush who demands cuddles before he eats and adores being held in his foster Mom’s arms. While Richie occasionally gets spooked and needs to run and hide, he’s getting better every day. This darling guy needs a patient person who’ll give him time to decompress in a confined, cozy spot, and he’d also do best in a home with another cat who’ll show him that he’s safe.