A face worth stopping for.

In the shelter’s words · excerpt

Hi, I’m Basura ️—which means “trash,” but please don’t tell my feelings (I keep those buried in a covered cat bed). I’m a very shy boy who prefers to observe life from my cozy bunker until my brother Dumpster gives the official all clear. Safety first. Once I see him getting all the attention though? Suddenly I remember I exist—and I get jealous. That’s when I transform into an aggressive lover.