I'm Pixie. After nearly 2 years at the shelter, I'm still without a home.
Some days, my ache to finally have a family feels so strong that I hide away in my hammock and don't lift my head when visitors stop by. After waiting this long, I need a little extra courage to believe that someone will truly choose me.
I'm shy, but there's a spark of curiosity in me. When I think no one is watching, I'll venture out to investigate a toy, tapping it lightly and following it with careful eyes before slipping back to my cozy spot. It doesn't take much to brighten my day: the soft brush of fabric beneath my paws, a golden patch of sunlight to stretch into, or a gentle voice speaking as if I'm the only one who matters.
I would do best with another kitty companion, and the SPCA strongly recommends that I be placed in a home with another cat resident. I can also be dog-tested with a submitted adoption application to see if a mellow dog friend would suit me.
Even though a home feels far away right now, I still yearn for the day when I can finally curl up in my special someone's lap and to know I'm exactly where I'm meant to be.
