This is Rocky. Rocky was named after the boxer, because when he came in, he looked like he'd gone twelve rounds. Scabbed up, roughed up, and clearly worn down by a hard life on the streets, Rocky has every reason to be on edge. And yeah... he kind of looks like he's mad about it, too. His ears? Permanent airplane mode. His face? A perfect grump. But Rocky has never once hissed at us. Not once. That big, tough exterior hides a heart that's just scared and unsure. He makes himself small even though he's a big boy. He is always curling into corners or ducking down low...until you reach out gently and give him some scratches. That's when the shift happens. His eyes soften. His body relaxes. He realizes he's safe. Rocky is FIV+, which might explain why life was extra tough on him, but he's doing great with the other cats in the shelter. He hasn't been around dogs yet, so we're unsure there. What we do know is that this sweet, worried guy just needs someone to sit with him. Someone to tell him he's a good boy. Because he is. He really is. Rocky is the kind of cat who will blossom with patience and love. The kind of cat who just needs a little extra time to feel safe, and then he'll give you everything he's got. And after what he's been through? He deserves that chance. Come meet Rocky. Give him the time of day. He's ready for his comeback story.