Born in October, his mother was feral. She said to him, “Go, son. Find your place in the world”. As luck would have it, he took his mama’s advice and went out on a most auspicious night, that being Halloween. He was almost run over, but the cat gods were looking after him, and he was picked up by a pair of young, gentle hands and delivered into safety.
Now, eight years later, Marco is an elegant and gentrified feline. He remembers nothing of his early days. He spends his time roaming the backyard, spying on birds and running off squirrels. Happy Birthday, Marco!