WARNING! This is an official Oodelolly Alert. Cute levels: Extreme. Off the charts. Look away. Stay home. This is your final notification: meeting me may result in a life-altering condition known as “Love.” Symptoms include: uncontrollable smiling. Inane statements, such as, “Hi, baby, you’re such a baby” and “Wooooook at your wittle spotty nooooosey.” Inability to put me down once you’ve picked me up. Spontaneous dancing. If you experience any of these symptoms, I’m sorry (not sorry) to tell you… it’s incurable.  You may be experiencing mild symptoms now, simply from exposure to my photo. If that’s the case, here are the steps you need to take: 1. Call the shelter. 2. Say these words exactly: “I’m interested in meeting Oodelolly.” That’s Oo-De-Lally. As in, “Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly what a day.” 3. Drive to the shelter, fill out the preliminary application, and brace for full exposure.  That’s right. The only thing you can do at this point is just give in. You’re already doomed to a life of being the big spoon to a little black and white cat. Wait ’til you realize that my eyes really are this green in real life. Or ’til you reach to touch me and I rub my whole face against your hand and then try to climb/jump into your arms. Wait til you feel how soft I am and see how I love everybody instantly. Then, you really won’t be able to walk away.

There is one thing that might give you some resistance to my charms: If that cat-designated space in your heart is already occupied, you might have some immunity. Oh, you’ll still fall in love, but you’ll have your other cat to consider. I could coexist with another cat, but I’m not looking for a feline best friend. It’s people I adore. I haven’t met dogs, so I have yet to decide what I’d think of them.  Human, I’m afraid it’s too late. If you’ve read this far, you’re toast. The only thing to do is come and meet me!  My name is Oodelolly (as in, Oo-de-lally), I’m about a year old, and I’m spayed, up to date on shots, and fully vetted.