No, no… I can see where you might be confused. But let me clear it up: Catdog is my NAME, not my species. I’m actually 100% feline, from head to tail.

How do I know I’m a cat? Well, if you’re working on the computer and in the middle of something fiddly, I can detect it and am suddenly struck with the irresistible urge to jump in your lap and demand your full and immediate attention, so that’s a pretty good indicator. I have a sweet little meow and I love to chase feathers.

Oh, and I had kittens. I mean, I’m pretty sure only cats can do that. It’s basic biology. I may be petite, but I’m a year old and I’ve already been a mama. My kids and I were left on the side of the road in a carrier during a blizzard and found by a county worker who was clearing the roads. Even after warming up in the truck, we arrived at the shelter with our carrier still covered in ice and snow.

Maybe that’s why I’m so sweet and affectionate. I’m just happy to be here! I love giving kisses, being held, and hanging out in laps. I don’t seem to have one favorite person. I love all the staff members!

I live in the shelter office, where there’s lots and lots of activity, and I do sometimes get a little overwhelmed and want to retreat to a quiet spot. It’s not that I need a super quiet home. I literally live in public right now. But medium-quiet would be good.

I wouldn’t mind living with other animals. I do just fine with other cats and, while my exposure to dogs has been limited, I have met them. I did well with them, but gave them a wide berth, so it might just take me a little time to get used to having a dog friend.

So if you’re looking for a cat (I swear, I’m entirely cat!), come check me out!

My name is Catdog, I’m a year old, and I’m spayed, up to date on shots, and fully vetted.