Around here, they call me spicy. That’s a polite way of saying I don’t always keep my claws and teeth to myself. I know, not exactly what most adopters are looking for, but hey, there’s a home for everyone. And I have my sights set on something specific: a barn. See, I’m a worker cat. I like being out in the world, finding my own food, doing my own thing. I’m not the type to sit around inside, being coddled. Right now, I’m stuck in a little cage when all I want is to be outside chasing mice. Got mice? You need me.

I just want a place where I can do my job, be respected for who I am, and enjoy the freedom I crave. I’d be great at it too—and look good doing it. People might think I’m a little wild, but really, I’m just scared. I came from a hoarding situation and then was abandoned. I never had the confidence of the other cats, so I kept to myself.

If you’re interested in adopting me, please fill out an application.

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