rescue     .     rehabilitate     .     rehome

Bronson is our rough and tough guy. We joke that he was a tatted up biker man in a past life. He came to me scarred and almost fully hairless, having clearly been in one too many cat fights. We weren't even sure what colored cat he was until a few months later when it finally had a chance to grow in! We also discovered that he loved going on walks with my parent's dogs!

Although my grandparents were not looking to adopt another cat after the passing of theirs, Bronson won them over. He spent two wonderful years with my grandparents, before their passing. Bronson was then in need of another great home.

I had posted Bronson along with his bio, in hopes of finding him a foster home while my parents were away for the winter. He landed a fabulous foster family for the winter, whom quickly fell in love with him. Shortly after, they made it official and ADOPTED him!

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Happy forever Bronson!