Moon

Moon My foster mom describes me as a spunky, quirky girl. She really likes me, and I have bonded with her to a certain degree. But in all honesty, I am an acquired taste. I was transferred from a very crowded shelter to the HSHC in February. As soon as I arrived, I was an unhappy customer and registered a complaint with the front office. They decided to send me to a foster home for about 40 days, where I felt much more at ease. My foster mom reports the following regarding my progress: She's perfect with the litter box. She loves the "Lil Soups" food the best. She likes to burrow - I couldn't find her one day, and she had made her way into our linen closet, knocked some towels over, and made a perfect little snuggle spot. She doesn't mind other cats, but she doesn't interact with them. She would just exit her room, stare at them, and then walk away. She has a beautiful purr and is a calm, quiet, laid-back lady. In April, I moved back into a Roaming Room at the shelter. This is so much bigger than an apartment, and I enjoy all the hiding spots and windows. But I am still not thrilled with my life. As I said, I am not the cat for just anyone. I require an owner who is fluent in cat language, can read the subtle signals I send out, and understands that my tolerance for being social can be limited. The adoption manager tried making friends with me, and I had to bonk her to get her out of my face--Geez! I've heard about those cats that call themselves "lap cats" and wonder how they can stand it. I am exceedingly attractive with a black outer coat and a moon-white undercoat, hence the name. I am 7-years-old, spayed, and I use my litterbox. I know the right home is out there waiting for me. If the words spunky and quirky ring a bell with you, I'm your girl. 5-13-24