A little about me...
Hi! My name is Logan. I'll be 17 years old this spring! My mom has had me since I was a tiny, fluffy 8-week-old kitten. I was pretty zany back then but I'm pretty chill now. I don't have any interest in toys, but I like to be wherever my parents are. I like to mosey around, following them from room to room, just talking to them. Mama has conversations back with me. I like hearing her voice. I love my family, but I'm not overly affectionate. That's why, when I curl up on a lap on the couch or curl up on a tummy in bed, it's extra special. My mom and dad take photos every time I do this!

I've had an illness all my life but it's never dampened by spirits. Even when I feel crummy, I'll purr as soon as someone starts to pet me. I love chin scratches and cheek rubs more than anything. My fur is always a hot mess, no matter how much my parent's brush me. But I'm a little old man, I don't care about my fur. I just want a warm beddie to snuggle in and lots of small meals all day. My Mama says she loves her little old man and she'd never trade me for all the kittens in the world. I'm a lucky guy.

I am dreaming about...
I'm dreaming about blankets stacked on top of blankets for me to sleep on. The bigger the blanket pile, the more I love it! My parent's have several blanket piles around the house for me. Dreams really do come true!