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 real petite (way smaller than you would guess, based on these cheeks). I’m a very good boy. I’m about four years old. I’m the proud owner of a crooked tail. I could totally be a Disney version of a plucky urchin with a heart of gold and a cockney accent.  I’m kind of an introverted extrovert (in other words… a cat.) Most of the time, I’m pretty outgoing- I stand at the front of my apartment hoping to get people’s attention as they pass. When someone comes in to see me, I jump to greet them! But you can always sort of tell that I’m holding back and will be much more comfortable in a quieter setting.  I get along well with other cats. In fact, I came to the shelter as one in a group of six! So I wouldn’t mind going to a home where I might have feline siblings. I’ve never met a dog before, so I’m not sure what I’d think of them!  What I do know is that I’m a total sweetheart and can’t wait to be yours!  My name is Mouse, I’m four years old, and I’m neutered, up to date on shots, and fully vetted.