You don't survive the inner-city streets of Harrisburg with a name like Fisticuffs unless you've got a reputation to uphold.
Fisticuffs was born to a tiny spit-fire of a feral mama who apparently believed her kittens needed names with consequences. So while his mama handled the street cred, Fisticuffs and his siblings were given names that sounded like they belonged to a crew you probably wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley.
And then there's Fisticuffs.
Who completely ruined the whole tough-guy image by becoming a puppy.
This handsome all-gray boy has decided that wherever his human goes, that's where the action is. He follows along faithfully, weaving in and out of their legs like a little furry escort service. Living room? Right behind you. Walking down the hall? Better believe Fisticuffs is making sure you're not going anywhere without him.
And if you're headed toward the kitchen? Well, now you're REALLY being followed. Because Fisticuffs has one very serious weakness: FOOD.
He LOVES soft food.
He loves regular food.
He loves the idea of food.
He would probably like to discuss your food choices with you.
Basically, if there is food involved, Fisticuffs is on the case.
But underneath that hilarious little food-motivated street tough is an incredibly sweet, affectionate, playful, smart, athletic, and gorgeous kitten who genuinely loves being with his people. His mama may have raised him to be Fisticuffs, but this boy is really just looking for someone willing to provide room service, belly rubs, soft food, and a lifetime membership in the “follow my human everywhere” club.
He came from the streets. He earned the name. Now he's ready for the good life. And by “good life,” Fisticuffs would like to clarify: soft food. Lots of it.
He has been neutered, is up to date on age appropriate vaccinations, has been dewormed, is fully litter trained, microchipped, and tested negative for FIV/FeLV.
