About Me
Once you hear my story, you’ll understand why I’m keeping a low profile in my adoption room. I’m trying to be brave, but I’m also a survivor. I know how to stay safe: find a quiet spot, watch from a distance, and make myself small and invisible. That’s what I’m doing right now, because I don’t know where I am or what’s next for me.
My kittens and I were part of a colony at a storage facility in Nampa, living right next to a busy road. Some of our friends didn’t make it. To stay safe, we hid under RVs, boats and trucks. Thankfully, a kind person who rented a storage unit saw us and decided to take action. She trapped us and brought us to Simply Cats.
We went to a caring foster home. Even though I was safe, fear still made me hiss or freeze at times. Slowly, I started to trust a little — eating tuna treats with my foster mom nearby, or letting her pet me while I crouched or hid in a corner with my head down. She saw my potential and said, “I think she will be a great companion once she opens up and gets a chance to be happy and safe.”
My rescuer believes in me. My foster family believes in me. Now it’s time for an adopter to believe in me too. To see beyond my shy exterior and know that beneath it all is a warm heart learning to trust. I’m looking for someone patient, someone who understands the value of small victories, and who will let me overcome my fears at my own pace. And someone who knows that if I always have a shy side, that’s okay too. I just need someone who will love me for exactly who I am.