Ella

Ella — Brave, Chatty, and Ready to Love<br/><br/>Hi. I’m Ella.<br/><br/>I was once a tiny kitten on the streets of Muscat, outside a restaurant, begging for scraps and being shooed away. I was alone. I was missing an eye. And I needed someone to see me — really see me.<br/><br/>Thankfully, a kind rescuer did. After surgery and care, I finally got the chance to grow up somewhere safe. And now? I am so ready for my forever home.<br/><br/>Let me tell you about me.<br/><br/>I am very friendly. I love people. I leap up to greet you (yes, leap — it’s kind of my signature move) and rub my whole body against you so you know you’ve been properly welcomed. I adore being stroked around my ears and will happily lean into your hand for more.<br/><br/>I’m also chatty — but in the most charming way. My meow is... special. A little raspy. A little quacky. Some say I sound like a tiny duck. I prefer to think of it as my signature song. Call my name and I’ll answer you.<br/><br/>I love to roll dramatically onto my back. I collect socks into a neat little pile and roll around next to them (never on them — I have standards). When you sit down, I join you. Studying? Working? Relaxing? I’ll hop up and snuggle into your side. At bedtime, I may slip under the blanket and use your arm or tummy as my personal chin rest.<br/><br/>Because of my past, I would be happiest as your one and only cat. I bond deeply and give my whole heart.<br/><br/>I only have one eye, but it doesn’t slow me down one bit. I navigate just fine. I leap. I explore. I cuddle like a champion.<br/><br/>I do have a sensitive tummy and am on a prescription diet to help me feel my best — just one small way to keep me healthy and comfortable.<br/><br/>I’ve endured more than most cats ever should. What I want now is simple: a peaceful home, a loving human, and the chance to give my whole heart to someone who sees how special I am.<br/><br/>If you open your heart to me, I promise — I will fill your home with little quacks, brave leaps, and unconditional love.<br/><br/>Love,Ella<br/><br/>Please note:<br/>- Ella is a Special Needs cat.<br/>- Indoor only<br/><br/>For more information or to apply for Ella, please go to:<br/>https://www.givemesheltersf.org/adoption/cat.php?id=12367<br/><br/>[id=12367;ts=1772294420;src=pf]

Ella — Brave, Chatty, and Ready to Love

Hi. I’m Ella.

I was once a tiny kitten on the streets of Muscat, outside a restaurant, begging for scraps and being shooed away. I was alone. I was missing an eye. And I needed someone to see me — really see me.

Thankfully, a kind rescuer did. After surgery and care, I finally got the chance to grow up somewhere safe. And now? I am so ready for my forever home.

Let me tell you about me.

I am very friendly. I love people. I leap up to greet you (yes, leap — it’s kind of my signature move) and rub my whole body against you so you know you’ve been properly welcomed. I adore being stroked around my ears and will happily lean into your hand for more.

I’m also chatty — but in the most charming way. My meow is... special. A little raspy. A little quacky. Some say I sound like a tiny duck. I prefer to think of it as my signature song. Call my name and I’ll answer you.

I love to roll dramatically onto my back. I collect socks into a

Ella — Brave, Chatty, and Ready to Love

Hi. I’m Ella.

I was once a tiny kitten on the streets of Muscat, outside a restaurant, begging for scraps and being shooed away. I was alone. I was missing an eye. And I needed someone to see me — really see me.

Thankfully, a kind rescuer did. After surgery and care, I finally got the chance to grow up somewhere safe. And now? I am so ready for my forever home.

Let me tell you about me.

I am very friendly. I love people. I leap up to greet you (yes, leap — it’s kind of my signature move) and rub my whole body against you so you know you’ve been properly welcomed. I adore being stroked around my ears and will happily lean into your hand for more.

I’m also chatty — but in the most charming way. My meow is... special. A little raspy. A little quacky. Some say I sound like a tiny duck. I prefer to think of it as my signature song. Call my name and I’ll answer you.

I love to roll dramatically onto my back. I collect socks into a neat little pile and roll around next to them (never on them — I have standards). When you sit down, I join you. Studying? Working? Relaxing? I’ll hop up and snuggle into your side. At bedtime, I may slip under the blanket and use your arm or tummy as my personal chin rest.

Because of my past, I would be happiest as your one and only cat. I bond deeply and give my whole heart.

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