Hello, my name is Bruce. Fish are friends not food 🦈

I’ve been in a spot of bother recently and I’m not overly sure how I got to where I was. However, what I do know is that I am one lucky boy because I found the most kind and caring people I could have. They helped me get to safety as I was in somewhat of a mess or a hot mess as the vets liked to call it.

You see, I managed to get an abscess on my face and due to living a street life it burst and became infected. I am sorry in advance for the photos of me, but you need to see the reality of what can happen when you have to fight to survive.

Unfortunately I went a little stir crazy at the vets which wasn’t overly gentlemanly of me. I really do apologise for that because that is just not me. Poor Catitude have been running around like headless chickens trying to source me a foster to get me out of there and thank god they managed to! FREEDOM! I’ve only been in foster a short while and have a room to myself but here is the conundrum I have… and… well…. I hate to say this… but… I DESPERATELY want a whole house to myself.

I know it’s greedy but I’m so used to being allowed space to roam around I’m getting a little grumpy that I don’t have that right now.

So right now I need a someone who could offer me either a foster space, where by I have free roam of the entire house to myself or someone who could foster with the view to adopt me forever. Now I like the sound of either of these options 😻