Brass Knuckles was born on the inner-city streets of Harrisburg, where his mama was a legendary little spit-fire of a feral who had absolutely zero interest in raising soft kittens. She came in hot, raised her babies tough, and made sure every one of them got a street name to match their reputation.
And Brass Knuckles? Well… he has the name down. He's athletic. He's fast. He's smart. He's got serious playtime skills. He can throw himself into a wrestling match, launch into a full-speed kitten pursuit, and turn just about anything into a toy.
But here's where things went terribly wrong for his street cred. Underneath that tough-guy name is a kitten who is sweet. Affectionate. Loving. And completely adorable.
That's right. The streets may have made him Brass Knuckles, but apparently they forgot to make him mean. Instead, they produced this gorgeous brown tabby boy who loves attention, loves to play, and has the kind of personality that makes you want to scoop him up and keep him forever.
He's got the looks.
He's got the brains.
He's got the athleticism.
He's got the street name.
And absolutely none of the attitude.
At four months old, Brass Knuckles is ready to leave his street life behind and move on to bigger things — like destroying cat toys, committing heinous acts of zoomies, stealing your spot on the couch, and becoming completely spoiled by his forever family. His mama may have prepared him for the streets but Brass Knuckles is ready for the penthouse.
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.
