Why do the stars twinkle? Why are calico cats nearly always girls? What would happen if everyone on Earth jumped at the exact same time? How come I don't have a last name? My first name is "Chip," by the way. Like a li'l chocolate chip cookie! I'm only ten months old and I'm full of energy and curiosity.I'm busy-busy-busy all the time! I love attention and meeting new people. I literally vibrate with enthusiasm when I encounter a new friend! Not only do I purr, but I do this crazy "rattlesnake tail" thing when I'm happy to see someone.
Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! No, I'm not a kangaroo wannabe... I'm Wallaby! If you've ever wanted your very own freckled, red-haired youngster, I'm happy to be of service. I'm eight months old and exactly as impish as you'd guess. I LOVE people. You know how some people have a "Beware of dog" sign on their fence? My sign should say "Please pet the dog because he only wants to be your best friend." I'm full of life and energy! I'm all about making new friends- human or canine! If your dog needs a playmate, I'm your man. Er... your puppy. It
I'm just a dog/cat/kid friendly girl, standing in front of a human, asking them to love her. Okay, okay... enough with the sappy stuff. I'm Lilo and... you're not gonna believe this, but I'm even more adorable in person. It's worth coming out to meet me just so you can see my chunky li'l legs! They're guaranteed to make the pitch of your voice go up about four octaves. Your "Oh my gosh, she's SO CUUUUUTTTTEEEE" will rival Mariah Carey's whistle tones.Anyway... I'm more than just my cuteness, you know. Although, to be fair... just look at these cheeeeeeeeks! Ahem.
Have you ever had your life turn completely upside-down in an instant? Every familiar thing and person you've known for the past ten years, gone. And maybe, like, me, you have no way of understanding why or knowing what will happen next. It's not that it's bad here. As soon as I got here, someone was holding me close and telling me, "it's going to be okay, Bruce." And, even though we'd just met, I buried my head in her chest and held on tight. That's all I really want to do: cuddle up against someone and be safe and loved.
Man, you could not PAY me enough to be a human! You might think I'm a person, on account of most cats don't have surnames, and I do. I'm Heidi Klum! And, trust me... I am a cat. Napping, purring, showing my love with head-bonks... all very feline things to do. Humans, man... you've got a whole lot of things stressing you out every day. Jobs, relationships, politics, laundry... that sounds tough. I'm not about that life. Closest I'm willing to come to employment is 1. Making biscuits. 2. Providing therapy. When human lives get complicated, they come to see me,
Meet Sunny Girl! This beautiful girl is Sunny — a quiet, gentle cat who just needs a little time to feel safe. She’s very shy at first and tends to hide, but if you sit with her and give her a chance, she’ll slowly come out of her shell and show you the sweet, affectionate kitty she truly is. Sunny is litterbox trained, enjoys gentle playtime, and once she trusts you, she’s incredibly snuggly and loving. She’s fine with other cats as long as they respect her space — she mostly keeps to herself and doesn’t want to be overwhelmed.
Limited edition! Priceless! Rare! Bespoke! There's just something about being in possession of something exclusive. Something you have to work for. Something everyone knows you earned. Whether it's an Olympic medal, a couture gown, or just a perfectly manicured garden, it's special because of everything that went into it. It's special because it's not something everyone can achieve. I'm Rue and I'll be your status symbol. If I handed my love out to everyone immediately, it wouldn't be special, would it? I don't do Wonder Bread love. I do Premium Hand-Crafted Brioche from a Parisian Boulangerie love. Not only is it exclusive,
No, I've never attempted to fulfill my culinary dreams by sitting under someone's hat and using their hair as controls to work their body. That was a rat. And no, I'm not the transmogrified animal version of a mythical Transylvanian monster. I can see where you'd assume that, given that I have the cutest li'l fangs that poke out... but I'm not. That's a bat. I'm a CAT. Named Mouse. Now that we've got all of that out of the way, allow me to introduce myself and tell you more about what I AM, rather than what I'm not. I'm cute. I'm
HEY HUMAN!!!! WANNA PLAY WITH ME?!? I'm Freddy and I'm 9 months old and I'm REAL strong. Wanna play tug? I'm like Superman, only a dog. Or maybe like The Flash! I can run like the wind! I hear that quasi-chocolate-labby-ish dogs are known for being really goofy. Like, the prop comics of the animal world. D'ya think that's true? I know I'm not any kind of purebred anything, but my vibes are 100% silly goose. I LOVE toys. All kinds. If you give me a squeaky, I'll zoom around the yard with it, joyfully tossing it in the air and
Oh! There you are! I've been waiting for you to come and meet me. You know those videos of people getting new dogs for Christmas? My story is kind of the opposite of that. Instead of bursting out of a box to the delight of a smiling kid on Christmas, I was tied to a fence and abandoned. In a way, it was a different kind of gift: I got lots of new friends all at once, I got a new name (it's Jonas), and it got me to a place where I might get to meet YOU! That's the best
