My name is Finnegan!

This is Finnegan. He does not exactly know how to cat properly. We found him on the 4th of July at the ripe age of 2 weeks old. Waited for mama to come back, but she never did. From that day, I learned to
bottle feed him, clean him, and even pottied him until he was able to do it on his own. It wasn't easy, and I don't miss the sleepless nights, but he has been my own personal little terror since. He is now approximately 3.5 years old now, and he has become my favorite guerrilla tactics foot biter. He does it all in good fun, but sometimes he doesn't exactly know when to quit.

Recently, in the last year, he has started to pick up a nasty habit from our roommates cat and decided the couch was also his litter box. If I had the time or finances to get him into corrective training, I would, but I sadly cannot keep up with him or his training needs. Despite his habits, he's really a good kitty, and I love him dearly, but he needs someone who knows what they're doing.