When I adopted Kingston, he was three and a half years old and already had that name. I took one look at that regal boy and said "there's no way I'm renaming you. That's just who you are."
I still remember when I first met him. The cage was open in the large room at the shelter, and he came right up to me and took an immediate liking. It couldn't have been easy to leave his home at that age, but he bonded with me quickly and decided I was to be his mom. He's such an incredibly sweet cat with nothing but love in his heart, it's remarkable. I love him so much.
