Short hair? Long hair? Calico? Black? Gray? Tabby? Male? Female? Adult? Kitten? Yes, we’re here! All of us have already been spayed/neutered, and are up to date on our vaccinations! We defy you to not find one of us who is just purr-fect for you!
My name is Nora, I’m about 2½ years old, and I’m mostly (or maybe all) Maine Coon, which accounts for all this bee-oo-tee-ful fur! 
Yes, I admit I had a wee bit of an attitude problem when I arrived, but COME ON…how happy would you be to have the hair on the front of your neck soooo matted that you couldn’t even lift your chin? Once Wendy and Judith so carefully wielded those teeny-tiny manicure scissors to free me, I was able let my lovey-dovey purr-sonality shine through. My wish list? A home and family of my own. And some tummy rubs! Is that so very much to wish for?
My name is Ralphie now. When I was a baby kitten, they seemed to think I was a GIRL and they called me Little Debbie. Well, my doctor cleared that up right away!My sister, SuzyQ and I are close, so we’d love to find a family to adopt that has room in their hearts for BOTH of us. We’re one year old this August, and everyone says we’re part Maine Coon. Whatever. We’re cute! I’m more the “take charge” guy, and I instigate most of the fun. You should see me with a catnip toy! I’m the little sister, SuzyQ, 
and I’m more the snuggle type. While I do love a game of Fetch the Mousie, my favorite thing is to have a good cuddle session! We really, really want to stay together, because under it all, we’re best friends. I’d never tell this to Ralphie, but I love him, even if he *is* an annoying brother…
It’s been a rough summer. Remember reading about the flooding in Iowa? We saw it first hand! I’m Gypsy, 
and I was rescued from a rooftop, while my sister, Penny, was plucked from the upper branches of a tree. NOT our idea of fun, let me tell you! We haven’t even had a first birthday, and I feel like we’ve had of share of nine lives’ worth of bad luck! You could change that, though. Since we’ve been through so much together, we’d like to adopt the same family. And when you think about it, if you were planning on just one kitty, we look so much alike, that you’d never notice we’re a pair…until you were so in love with us, that you’d be happy to have even more like us! And I’m Penny, the treetop kitty. 
Like Gypsy said, it’s been hard. First all that water, then the makeshift shelter. Where we are now is really nice, but we need a family of our very own. We’re very pretty. Look at us. While Gypsy is all black, in the sun, I have the slightest bit of red tipping on my fur. We purr A LOT. We’re good girls. Really we are. All that “fighting”? It’s not real fighting…it’s just sisterly squabbles! And I let Gypsy win…
I know I can stay here for my whole life, and they love me here, but if I could have just one wish granted, it would be to have my very own family to love forever. 
There were nine of us originally, but our mom and three of my littermates met a tragic end. A nice man rescued the remaining six of us, and brought us here. Once we were old enough, we went to a shelter. It was nice, but I didn’t like all the commotion and so many strange people. I was scared, so no one adopted me. Not long ago, my first foster mom, Wendy, came and got me, and brought me back here. I like it better, but it’s not My. Own. Home. I’m almost three now, and I know there’s someone out there with a just little patience to help me adjust to a new family. Ideally, my new home will be nice and calm, with someone to pet me a lot, and let me love them. Oh, hi! I’m Emma.
Boy, do I want a family! I have so much purring to do! My name is Georgia, and I’m two years old, and I have been declawed in front…not that I would have scratched the furniture anyway. You should feel my coat! It’s really, really soft and plushy! I’m a sweetie, but I’m a little afraid of other cats, because I was beat up by some of the other farm cats. 
I like dogs, though, and I love people, even those little, short, messy ones! Anyone who’ll scritch my ears is a friend to me. Did I tell you I came from a farm? I did. I lived inside though, because I have no claws. Our human had to leave when her landlord died, and that’s when my life got turned upside down. I’m an optimist, though. I know there’s someone out there that I can love!
I was just a baby when my whole life was disrupted! My mom was told she had to leave our home, our farm, and there was no place for me to go until the nice ladies took me in. They named me Dover, which I like. I didn’t have a name before… I was really scared and very shy, but I’ve learned it’s okay to be here. I love to play with my roommates, but I think I’m the more…reserved…one. I’m kind of quiet, and I’d really like to have someone to just hold me and cuddle. I’m only four months old, but I know what I want. A family to love! A family to love me back!
I was going to do this in sign language, because I’m deaf, you see, but I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to understand. Anyway, I’m Lili. I look like a diva, with a capital D, but I’m not. I love people and and just want to be loved. I’m four years old, and everyone says I’m pretty. What do you think? I know it feels really nice to have my hair brushed, and I’d be happy to let you brush me as long as you want to. I’ve heard that lots of white cats are deaf, but that’s it’s usually the ones with blue eyes. Maybe that makes me unique enough to get a home. I have GREEN eyes.
Don’t be misled by my name…it’s Shredder. You’d think that means I claw everything up and wreak havoc around a house. No. I do not. I don’t even have front claws! My former owner thought it was a fitting name because when I was a kitten, i liked to rip up paper towels. Trust me, I’ve outgrown that, now that I’m six years old! Right now, i’m working on gaining some weight. I didn’t get enough to eat at my last home, so I’m kind of skinny, and my fur is not so shiny. But wow! This place lets me have as much food as I want! My bowls are never empty! It’s heaven! And my coat is getting nicer every day. I had kind of given up on life before I came here, but now I’m happy! I can’t wait to see if I can find a home of my very own…. I have a lot of love to give to someone, and a lot of purring to do!
Hi! My name is Jet. I admit it…I’m a spoiled girl. Not my fault, though. After my brother and sister were adopted, and then my mom, that left just me. Wendy felt sorry for me. She let me run in the garden while she was outside with me. She took me for rides in the truck. I know, I know…cats don’t like to ride. Hah! Those cats never rode to McDonald’s and got an ice cream cone! And I know I was a little mean to the new guys who were my roommates. But I got over it. It is nice to have someone to play with. Wrestling just isn’t the same when your opponent is towering over you like the humans here do. Anyway, I’m four months old now, and I really need to have my own home. I could be your best friend. Really.
I’m pretty new here. After being neutered, I came to live in the kids’ dorm with three other kittens my age. I got a name…Bowie, after David Bowie. Cool, huh? I’m four months old, and I have so much energy, I tire myself out! It sure didn’t take me much time to figure out that living here is a good deal for a cat. There’s lots of petting, and treats, and no one can hurt you here. I know I have it good, but it’s not the same as having a family just for me. I’d like to have kids to play with. We could grow up together. I’m hoping a family will come for me soon!
My leg was hurt when someone yanked it really hard. It’s better now, but it still hurts a bit when I walk, and I have a little hitch in my gait. Remembering that makes me scared that it might happen again. I don’t know who I can trust. I’m trying to learn to trust people, but it’s hard. Other than that, I’m healthy. I got all my shots when I was spayed. My name is Tootsie, and I’m eight months old. I’m what you call “tortoiseshell”, or “tortie” for short. The people here are nice to me, and I’ve discovered the joys of kitty treats. If you’re someone I could trust and love, won’t you give me a home? Everyone should have a place to call home…
I was found wandering around with no where to go. People had been giving me food when they remembered me, but it wasn’t all the time, so I was hungry a lot. When the people went on vacation, I didn’t know what i was going to do. Luckily, those people got in touch with the ladies that came and picked me up. They brought me here, gave me the pretty name, Olivia, and took me to Uncle Will to have me spayed and get my vaccinations. I think I’m about two years old, but i don’t know for sure. Despite the past, I’m very friendly, and I love to be petted. I purr really loud! Whoever adopts me will never wonder whether I’m happy or not…all they have to do is listen to me.
I’m Sophia, and I was with Olivia when they came to get us. Good thing, too, because I was really hungry! I wasn’t too happy when they put me in “the dorm” with the other kittens, but I guess i’m getting used to it. You gotta understand…I’m only three months old, and I’m not used to having enough food for myself, let alone enough to share! Still, it looks like they keep the food bowls filled, and the water is always fresh. Playing with people is fun, though. I like that! And having my chin scritched is pretty good. They have some great toys here to play with, too. Balls, mice, rattly things…loads of stuff! Who knew? I hope that whoever adopts me likes to play!
