After Daisy & Belle went up for adoption, we took a couple weeks for some R&R in my hubby's hometown, Chicago. We came home on a Sunday afternoon, and we went back into the usual schedule full swing, my classes began that Monday. It was soon after that we got Toby/Charlie/Ozzy. He was the most lovable kitten ever. He would purr as soon as your opened the cage to pick him up. Put him on your chest, and he would just purr the day away. He loved being held, and especially liked wrestling with the big cats. When we sat down to name him, I told my husband I either wanted to name him Toby or Charlie. A day later, my husband was stuck taking him to the shelter vet for a URI. They were prepared to name him 'Socks' unless he gave them a name. He named the little guy Ozzy. Whatever.
My husband and roommate have fallen in love with this little guy. If he doesn't get adopted in the next few weeks, I think I'll be adopting him (shh.. don't tell my husband). I really hope he does find a great home, because if not, I don't think we will have the room to foster anymore. He has the cutest little bob-tail so I'm sure he'll be snatched up fast.