People wanna know, in the shelter with a whole buncha cats, how does the staff tell them apart when they’re the same color? Like, how do they know that I’m Frank and not Catlin or Jarvis or Gustav or Roz or any of the others? Well, sometimes, my lips get stuck in my teeth. And I hold my tail folded over my back like a squirrel! But that’s not the only way you know it’s me. I live in the senior cat section even though I’m only a year old, so when you see a black cat sprinting joyfully back and forth, chasing invisible bugs, there’s a good chance that’s me! And when you see someone doing full-on backflips for toys… it’s probably yours truly! You might have some questions. Like, how come I live with the old folks if I’m like twenty minutes past being a kitten? Simple! It’s because I was really shy when I came in. Like, they weren’t sure if I would ever come around and want to be friends with humans. Surprise! I did and I do.

I mean… I’m still cautious sometimes. I don’t really want a stranger to run up to me and put their hands all over me. Would you be cool with that? Once I get to know someone, I’m enthusiastically affectionate and will greet them with ankle rubs and headbutts. And, in that “getting-to-know-you” stage, I’m tolerant of petting, but would rather just play with you! You know what else I like to play with? Other cats! Of course! I’m great with other cats and would love to have a confident cat companion to hang out with. I’ve never met a dog, so I don’t know what I’d think of them.

So whaddaya say? Wanna come hang out?