Anchovy is the two-year-old terror who lives in my home and my heart.
He can be found begging for belly rubs on the couch, hiding around corners to ambush unsuspecting guests, mauling his favorite toys, and, seasonally, perched high up in a Christmas tree.
He’s ridiculously smart (a dangerous quality in a cat) and has recently added cabinets to the list of doors he knows how to open. I am living in Jurassic Park, and he’s my friendly neighborhood velociraptor.
Even at his most ridiculous, and yes, most destructive, all he really wants is love, attention, belly rubs, and his wet food.
Love to my little tinned fish!
You can help Anchovy meet his $100 fundraising goal by donating to the DMRF here.
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