At first glance, I might seem like I don’t want friends. Nope. No thanks. Not interested. Okay, fine—that’s not entirely true. I do want love, but on my terms. The shelter is overwhelming—too many people, too many cats. It’s like being stuck in Walmart on December 23. I just want to go home.
I’m a little socially awkward. I run to greet people I like… then panic and run away. I get along with other cats, as long as we act like polite strangers. No small talk, no unnecessary interaction—just coexistence.
Even here, I find joy—chirping bird toys, zoomies, squeeze-up treats, and naps. I can be affectionate with people I trust, but I’m not in customer service. Let me come to you, and we’ll be just fine.
Once I’m home, who knows? Maybe I’ll be a secret snuggler. Maybe I’ll always be independent. Either way, I promise to be me.
I’m Philomena, a 2-year-old spayed, fully vetted cat looking for a home where I can shine. Could that be with you?
