Chris P. Bacon It took the interviewer lady (IL) a while to figure out my name. She thought I might be named after a rapper, but it's actually the delicious breakfast side — crispy bacon. And who doesn't love that? I am a 3-year-old, orange and white tabby boy, already neutered and litter box trained. I arrived at the HSHC as a stray cat in April. I had been abandoned, and the medical examination revealed I had suffered from blunt force trauma to my back. Did someone drop kick me or stamp on my back? We'll never know, but the HSHC made sure I had all the medical attention necessary to recover. I was sedated while X-rays were taken, and I was also neutered. I was on a six-week cage rest in order to heal. I was adopted on May 22, but one day later, I was returned. I got adopted again on May 31, but returned two days later. This is all a mystery to me because I was still experiencing pain in my back at that time. Didn't they know I may have been crabby because of my awful injury? Given that I may never have been someone's pet, I'm unsure how to be one. I am essentially a sweet boy with limited social skills. I crave attention, as I let the IL pet my head, chin, and ears for at least five minutes. I was purring the whole time and lay beside her so she could continue my massage. But as soon as I had enough, I gave her sleeve a little nip. The Feline Care Manager says I need an experienced cat owner who knows how to provide me with plenty of time and space to settle in and become accustomed to my new home. I'm the type of guy who needs a calm, predictable routine with a patient owner. 7-16-25