Chaz

Chaz – The Flame-Point Charmer Who Comes With His Own Soundtrack<br/><br/>Meet Chaz: a stunning 3-year-old flame-point Siamese with sky-blue eyes, creamy fur kissed by caramel ears, tail, and paws, and a voice that could headline a late-night talk show. This boy has opinions, commentary, and running narration for everything: “Oh, you opened a can? Tell me more!” “You’re sitting down? Excellent, prepare for supervision!” “It’s 3 a.m.? Perfect time for a heartfelt aria about snacks!”<br/><br/>Curiosity is his middle name. Chaz needs to know what you’re doing, why you’re doing it, and whether it involves treats. He’ll follow you from room to room, tail held high like a question mark, chirping and trilling the entire way. Toys? He’s obsessed. Wand toys, balls, crumpled paper—he attacks everything with the intensity of a tiny lion who’s 100 % sure the red dot owes him money.<br/><br/>Petting? Yes, and please don’t stop. Chaz leans hard into head scratches, cheek rubs, and full-body strokes, then flops dramatically at your feet for belly rubs while continuing his soliloquy in Siamese. His purr is loud enough to wake the neighbors.<br/><br/>Picking him up? Absolutely. He goes boneless in your arms, drapes himself over your shoulder like a living scarf, and keeps narrating directly into your ear at point-blank range. It’s the best (and loudest) cuddle you’ll ever have.<br/><br/>Chaz just had his first playdate with Darcy and Ken and spent most of it looking adorably confused—like he’d read the manual on Cat but forgot to study the chapter on “play bows.” Lots of sniffing, big eyes, and one hilariously awkward “wait, do I pounce now?” moment. Give him a week with another friendly cat and he’ll be chasing, wrestling, and probably commentating the entire match.<br/><br/>Chaz is looking for a home that loves conversation (because silence is not in his vocabulary), enjoys being followed by a blue-eyed shadow, and has at least one playful feline buddy to help him finish Cat Socialization 101. Bonus points if you don’t mind a morning alarm clock that sounds like a mix between a smoke detector and an opera singer.<br/><br/>If you’re ready to adopt a walking, talking flame of pure personality who will love you out loud every single day, come meet Chaz. He already has a ten-minute monologue prepared just for you.<br/><br/>Visitors to the shelter are by appointment only and after a form has been submitted online:<br/><br/>https://www.marshmallowfoundation.org/forms/

Chaz – The Flame-Point Charmer Who Comes With His Own Soundtrack

Meet Chaz: a stunning 3-year-old flame-point Siamese with sky-blue eyes, creamy fur kissed by caramel ears, tail, and paws, and a voice that could headline a late-night talk show. This boy has opinions, commentary, and running narration for everything: “Oh, you opened a can? Tell me more!” “You’re sitting down? Excellent, prepare for supervision!” “It’s 3 a.m.? Perfect time for a heartfelt aria about snacks!”

Curiosity is his middle name. Chaz needs to know what you’re doing, why you’re doing it, and whether it involves treats. He’ll follow you from room to room, tail held high like a question mark, chirping and trilling the entire way. Toys? He’s obsessed. Wand toys, balls, crumpled paper—he attacks everything with the intensity of a tiny lion who’s 100 % sure the red dot owes him money.

Petting? Yes, and please don’t stop. Chaz leans hard into head scratches, cheek rubs, and full-body strokes, then flops dramatically at your feet fo

Chaz – The Flame-Point Charmer Who Comes With His Own Soundtrack

Meet Chaz: a stunning 3-year-old flame-point Siamese with sky-blue eyes, creamy fur kissed by caramel ears, tail, and paws, and a voice that could headline a late-night talk show. This boy has opinions, commentary, and running narration for everything: “Oh, you opened a can? Tell me more!” “You’re sitting down? Excellent, prepare for supervision!” “It’s 3 a.m.? Perfect time for a heartfelt aria about snacks!”

Curiosity is his middle name. Chaz needs to know what you’re doing, why you’re doing it, and whether it involves treats. He’ll follow you from room to room, tail held high like a question mark, chirping and trilling the entire way. Toys? He’s obsessed. Wand toys, balls, crumpled paper—he attacks everything with the intensity of a tiny lion who’s 100 % sure the red dot owes him money.

Petting? Yes, and please don’t stop. Chaz leans hard into head scratches, cheek rubs, and full-body strokes, then flops dramatically at your feet for belly rubs while continuing his soliloquy in Siamese. His purr is loud enough to wake the neighbors.

Picking him up? Absolutely. He goes boneless in your arms, drapes himself over your shoulder like a living scarf, and keeps narrating directly into your ear at point-blank range. It’s the best (and loudest) cuddle you’ll ever have.

Chaz just had his first playdate with Darcy and