DaDa

Hi there, my name is Dada. I’m a four-year-old, snow-white, male Persian cat with a princely personality and striking good looks to match. I am deaf and front-declawed. Though I can not hear, I experience the world in vivid detail and live each day with vibrant spirit. Like the absurd, nonsensical art movement I was named after, I bring a touch of whimsy to everyday life.<br/><br/>I am full of sweetness with a side of cheeky charm. I show my affection in roguish ways. I’ll hop on your lap during bathroom breaks and supervise your toothbrushing routine. I’ll rearrange your personal affects and like magic, make your socks disappear. I’ll lick your toes until I can’t resist and must get a little nibble.<br/><br/>I’m a jester in fur, and my curiosity knows no bounds. Once the game begins, I’ll chase, pounce, and hunt with all my might. A flick of a wand toy unleashes my inner acrobat, and spiral toys send me into joyful twirls and leaps. When the zoomies hit, I run like the wind—sometimes so fast that I crash into walls, only to bounce back undeterred. I’m a high-jumper who lands with theatrical thuds, and vacuums? I fear them not.<br/><br/>I’ll trot at your heels until the call of my own fanciful world lures me away. When that happens, you might find me at the window, contemplating the flora, fauna, and neighbor. Or perhaps, I’ll be at the mirror, marveling at my reflection. After all, if you were this beautiful, you’d call yourself a masterpiece too!<br/><br/>I have an independent streak, and I’m just as stubborn as I am sweet. I don’t take ‘no’ for an answer—partly because I can’t hear you, but mostly because I’m that determined. Luckily, I’m so convincingly cute that you won’t mind giving in! Call me a musician, because I’ll happily play you like a fiddle!<br/><br/>When the day winds down, you’ll find me lounging by your side, mesmerized by bird videos on YouTube. I’m a perfect mix of mischief and merriment, keeping every day lively and fun.<br/><br/>*I have litter box quirks and avoidance issues. I am on a prescription urinary diet to support my needs. With a calm and predictable routine, I’ve made great progress. I am looking for a patient and understanding adopter to help me be my best. With the right environment and plenty of loving care, I’ll continue to thrive—and keep life delightfully interesting!

Hi there, my name is Dada. I’m a four-year-old, snow-white, male Persian cat with a princely personality and striking good looks to match. I am deaf and front-declawed. Though I can not hear, I experience the world in vivid detail and live each day with vibrant spirit. Like the absurd, nonsensical art movement I was named after, I bring a touch of whimsy to everyday life.

I am full of sweetness with a side of cheeky charm. I show my affection in roguish ways. I’ll hop on your lap during bathroom breaks and supervise your toothbrushing routine. I’ll rearrange your personal affects and like magic, make your socks disappear. I’ll lick your toes until I can’t resist and must get a little nibble.

I’m a jester in fur, and my curiosity knows no bounds. Once the game begins, I’ll chase, pounce, and hunt with all my might. A flick of a wand toy unleashes my inner acrobat, and spiral toys send me into joyful twirls and leaps. When the zoomies hit, I run like the wind—sometimes so fast that I crash into walls, only to

Hi there, my name is Dada. I’m a four-year-old, snow-white, male Persian cat with a princely personality and striking good looks to match. I am deaf and front-declawed. Though I can not hear, I experience the world in vivid detail and live each day with vibrant spirit. Like the absurd, nonsensical art movement I was named after, I bring a touch of whimsy to everyday life.

I am full of sweetness with a side of cheeky charm. I show my affection in roguish ways. I’ll hop on your lap during bathroom breaks and supervise your toothbrushing routine. I’ll rearrange your personal affects and like magic, make your socks disappear. I’ll lick your toes until I can’t resist and must get a little nibble.

I’m a jester in fur, and my curiosity knows no bounds. Once the game begins, I’ll chase, pounce, and hunt with all my might. A flick of a wand toy unleashes my inner acrobat, and spiral toys send me into joyful twirls and leaps. When the zoomies hit, I run like the wind—sometimes so fast that I crash into walls, only to bounce back undeterred. I’m a high-jumper who lands with theatrical thuds, and vacuums? I fear them not.

I’ll trot at your heels until the call of my own fanciful world lures me away. When that happens, you might find me at the window, contemplating the flora, fauna, and neighbor. Or perhaps, I’ll be at the mirror, marveling at my reflection. After all, if you were this beautiful, you’d