We adopted Roscoe from the Humane Society of Central Oregon when he was just a few weeks old. He had been fostered by a family after his mother was not around to take care of him and his siblings. We knew he was the right kitty for us when he climbed up on my husband's lap and went all the way to his neck and rested there! He was so tiny. Roscoe had a half beard and mustache and was beautiful even after his death. We had him for almost seventeen years and loved every day.