Luna
— tiny moon
Found alone in a cardboard box at three weeks old. Bottle-fed by hand. Now too brave for her own good.
How she found us
Someone left a small cardboard box at the corner of the street. Inside: one tiny, mewing kitten, eyes still half-closed. We bottle-fed her every two hours for the first ten days. The first time she purred, the whole house cried.
Who she is now
Luna is trouble. The good kind. She climbs the curtains. She believes the kitchen counter belongs to her. She launches herself at Shadow’s tail at least four times a day, and Shadow, gentleman that he is, simply moves.
She makes the whole house laugh, every single day. The smallest, loudest, most enthusiastic supervisor of every breakfast.
What she still needs
A spay surgery, her boosters, and a steady supply of toys to murder. The kitchen has its hands full keeping up with her.
More cats
The rest of the family.
Raven
residentThe little soul this whole place is named after. Found severely injured, healed slowly, taught us everything we know about patience.
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Shadow
residentFound behind a closed restaurant in winter. Three weeks before he stopped flinching at hands. Now he sleeps belly-up on the sofa.
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Poppy
residentSurrendered when her owner moved away. Took the loss hard. Found her people again, slowly.
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