My name is Mr. Pickles!

Hello,

When I was 18 I moved out on my own. Moving from a small house with 6 occupants to being on your own was a bit of a shock. One day my boyfriend (now husband) found a kitty outside in the cold in November 2016. He brought it to my apartment without even asking, and the rest is history.

Mr. Pickles is his name, and he is an amazing cuddler. To say I spoiled him was a bit of an understatement at first. After making sure he knew his litter box was where the restroom was, we never had an issue (besides the two times he got a uti). We also have trained him not to get on countertops our tables because I think that's icky.

He puts up with my two kiddos. He did not seek them out when they were tiny tiny, he would more or less run, but that was because they would pull his hair and things. Now he cuddles them if they're being quiet and kind.

Our issue now is that I don't believe he is happy. And thought I love him with all of my heart, I think he needs less stress from our dogs.