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DSH Black Life started in a drive way for me at a very young age. A nice family heard my tiny cry help, so they came to the rescue. I needed to be bottle fed so they brought me here to PAWS and I went into a foster home. Life was great and I loved my foster mom, even though I was a bad boy. They decided to adopt me and had me until now. I’m a very picky kitty and only get along with certain people; I do not like other animals or small kids. My mommy had to move in with her parents and I did not like them. So I had to come back to this cage and try to adjust to a new family. Do you think you could have the patience for a picky guy like me?