I'm Eleven, and here's the strangest thing: I've waited at the shelter for six months, but no one has chosen me.
I watch other cats come and go as I sit quietly, hoping someone might pause long enough to feel the soft pull of my gaze. But so far, I've only been a passing shadow in a blur of more extroverted, flashy personalities.
Before I arrived at the SPCA, I lived outside as a stray for longer than I'd like to remember. A kind person found me and brought me into their home. Unfortunately I didn't mesh with their resident cats, so I was brought to the shelter in the hope that I'd find a home where I truly fit.
I have fur in hushed tones of earth and shadow, and eyes so green they could stop you in your tracks if you happened to look my way. I have a soft, gentle presence and I'm wise beyond my years. And I don't ask for much - just peace, patience, and someone who sees the quiet beauty in a cat who doesn't demand, but simply is.
So if you like your felines a little mysterious and your house filled with soulful eyes that seem to know everything...I'm right here waiting for you. Please apply for me today.
