Cyndi - female kitten

Meet Cyndi: The Fearless Fluffball with a Heart of Gold!<br/><br/>Hey, adventure-seeker—I'm Cyndi, the trailblazing black-and-white dynamo born in the heat of July 2025, already proving I'm the boldest bean in the bunch. Picture this: my siblings were still wide-eyed wonders, but me? I spotted that tempting trap bait from a mile away, curiosity on overdrive, and sauntered right in for a sneaky snack. Brave? Check. Curious? Double check. I was the first rescue of the litter, leading the charge like a tiny furred superhero—because who needs nine lives when you've got guts?<br/><br/>From that very first day, it was love at first purr. After a splashy flea bath (hey, even heroes need a spa day), I melted into my rescuer's arms, rumbling like a contented engine. She knew just how to make a solo kitten feel safe: a toasty fuzzy bed that hugged me like a cloud, and gentle swaddles that whispered, "You're not alone anymore." Instant BFFs? You bet—we've been thick as thieves ever since.<br/><br/>Playtime? Oh, that's my jam, my zoom, my everything! Toss any toy into the room, and I'm on it like a heat-seeking missile—batting, flipping, and launching into gravity-defying jumps that could clear a coffee table in one bound. But fuzzy rattler mice? Those are my spirit animals. I rattle, I pounce, I conquer, turning every session into an epic quest. When the action winds down, you'll spot me hammock-hopping for a power nap, only to perk up at the magic words: "Wet food incoming!" (Pro tip: It's my love language.)<br/><br/>I'm a total sibling squad leader—chasing and tussling with my crew (shoutout to Billy and Joan for keeping up), and I've got a knack for big-cat diplomacy too. I taught my fam the ropes: "Humans? They're the good ones—pet them back!" <br/><br/>Now, they're all purr-sonal growth pros, thanks to my fearless vibes.<br/><br/>If your world could use a dash of daring, endless playdates, and a kitten who'll high-jump her way into your heart (and maybe your lap for bonus cuddles), I'm your Cyndi! Let's turn the page on my rescue story and write our own—wet food and rattler mice provided. Who's ready to leap?<br/><br/>Cyndi is spayed, microchipped and up to date on vaccines. She must be adopted with one of her siblings if there is not another playful kitten in the home.<br/><br/>You can meet Cyndi in person at the Nabi Cat Cafe at 2255 The Alameda in Santa Clara, Ca. Be sure to book your visit appointment on line at<br/><br/>https://www.nabicatcafe.com/rsvp<br/><br/>Fill out our adoption questionnaire to start the adoption process<br/><br/>https://form.jotform.com/pinkpawsftc/adoption

Meet Cyndi: The Fearless Fluffball with a Heart of Gold!

Hey, adventure-seeker—I'm Cyndi, the trailblazing black-and-white dynamo born in the heat of July 2025, already proving I'm the boldest bean in the bunch. Picture this: my siblings were still wide-eyed wonders, but me? I spotted that tempting trap bait from a mile away, curiosity on overdrive, and sauntered right in for a sneaky snack. Brave? Check. Curious? Double check. I was the first rescue of the litter, leading the charge like a tiny furred superhero—because who needs nine lives when you've got guts?

From that very first day, it was love at first purr. After a splashy flea bath (hey, even heroes need a spa day), I melted into my rescuer's arms, rumbling like a contented engine. She knew just how to make a solo kitten feel safe: a toasty fuzzy bed that hugged me like a cloud, and gentle swaddles that whispered, "You're not alone anymore." Instant BFFs? You bet—we've been thick as thieves ever since.

Playtime? Oh, that's my jam, my zoom,

Meet Cyndi: The Fearless Fluffball with a Heart of Gold!

Hey, adventure-seeker—I'm Cyndi, the trailblazing black-and-white dynamo born in the heat of July 2025, already proving I'm the boldest bean in the bunch. Picture this: my siblings were still wide-eyed wonders, but me? I spotted that tempting trap bait from a mile away, curiosity on overdrive, and sauntered right in for a sneaky snack. Brave? Check. Curious? Double check. I was the first rescue of the litter, leading the charge like a tiny furred superhero—because who needs nine lives when you've got guts?

From that very first day, it was love at first purr. After a splashy flea bath (hey, even heroes need a spa day), I melted into my rescuer's arms, rumbling like a contented engine. She knew just how to make a solo kitten feel safe: a toasty fuzzy bed that hugged me like a cloud, and gentle swaddles that whispered, "You're not alone anymore." Instant BFFs? You bet—we've been thick as thieves ever since.

Playtime? Oh, that's my jam, my zoom, my everything! Toss any toy into the room, and I'm on it like a heat-seeking missile—batting, flipping, and launching into gravity-defying jumps that could clear a coffee table in one bound. But fuzzy rattler mice? Those are my spirit animals. I rattle, I pounce, I conquer, turning every session into an epic quest. When the action winds down, you'll spot me hammock-hopping for a power nap, only to