My mission: destroy, dismantle, engulf in flames. Whether it’s the patriarchy, oppressive systems of government, or the tchotchkes on your tchotchke shelf… I’m not picky. If there’s chaos, I’m a happy little Puddle.

Puddle is my name, by the way. Isn’t it sweet and cute and springy? And yes, that is one side of my personality. I’m affectionate and adorable and I love making friends. I mean, just look at this squishy little face: the little pink nose and pastel colors that say “what a little angel,” and also eyes that clearly say “do you want to join my cult?”

Sure, I might occasionally be featured on America’s Most Wanted, but like… in a fun way. I love to play and race around the shelter like I’m on the run from the law. And I LOVE treats. Like, I know the traditional way to eat those little meat-flavored go-gurt treats is that the human squeezes the tube and you politely lick up the contents, but I prefer the “snatch it out of their hands and take off, growling like a Tasmanian devil” method.

Listen, I’m not your granny’s wittle puddytat. I mean, unless your granny is awesome, in which case, rock on- she and I can get together and start a revolution. What I AM is a cat who loves laps, starts purring instantly when you hold me, and gives kisses and headbutts with an urgency that suggests that one of us is about to flee to a country with no extradition treaty.

Might I one day outgrow my propensity for crime? Sure. I’m only a year old, and the shelter is probably not the perfect place for me to be at my best. I’d love a home with someone who can use my energy and intelligence for good, but I also want to make sure they’ll love me for who I am in the meantime.

I’m not a huge fan of other cats or dogs, so I’m looking for a home where none of my family members have three or more legs.

I certainly hope I can find a human partner in crime- someone who delights in my little rebellions and loves a cat who keeps them guessing. I’m 100% worth getting to know!