A Letter from Walter

Walter

Hello,

My name is Walter. I'm a Maine Coon cat who was destined for life on the wild side until, thank goodness, 4 Paws intervened. Every day my hairy little self is grateful that Christine from 4 Paws took me into her home as a foster kitty - until I could be adopted.

Now I live in a home in our nation's capital: Meow! We're only about 3 miles from the capitol building. One of my most treasured sports is watching birds and squirrels from the big back window on the dining room. Also, I have my own scratching post and two (count 'em, two!) sets of stairs here - most excellent for chasing all my mousies and catnip balls.

My two personal chefs, Dave and Elizabeth, bring me plenty of kibbles and water. They scratch my head, and I always roll over and show them my belly when they tell me how handsome I am.

I'm doing my utmost to achieve a zen-like state. . . but sometimes I forget, get distracted and still bite the hands that pet me. When the humans talk, they say I'll grow out of it. I believe them. . . I mean, gee, I'm barely 1 1/2 years old.

Time to go. Today I'm studying the Chickadees.

Meow,
Walter

P.S. I'm named for Walter Johnson, legendary pitcher for the old Washington Senators. His nickname was "the big train" and I purr like one.