Fiona

Dear Diary,<br/><br/>Let us address something immediately.<br/><br/>Some cats enjoy snuggling with other cats.<br/><br/>I do not.<br/><br/>I am Fiona, a short-haired grey tabby with impeccable standards, strong opinions, and an extremely refined emotional support system: people. People are soft. People provide snacks. People respect boundaries. Other cats… breathe directly into my personal space and expect me to be okay with it.<br/><br/>I am not<br/><br/>I tolerate them. I coexist. I maintain my composure.<br/><br/>But cuddling? Absolutely not. I clutch my pearls. I file a complaint. I dramatically exit the situation.<br/><br/>Now, playtime? That is a different story.<br/><br/>I barrel into play like I’ve got places to be and chaos to create. I chase. I pounce. I launch myself across rooms with dramatic flair. I bring energy. I bring commitment. I bring main character intensity. But when the zoomies are complete, I expect my relaxation to be solo and uninterrupted.<br/><br/>Humans, however, are exceptional creatures.<br/><br/>I enjoy supervising them, following them, correcting their schedules, and reminding them that food should be happening more frequently than they think. I am especially passionate about hard kibble, which I believe is the superior food source. (Hard kibble. Hard opinions.)<br/><br/>Canned food?<br/><br/>We’ll discuss it.<br/><br/>I will be polite.<br/><br/>You will be wrong.<br/><br/>Dogs? I’ve met them. I did not scream. I did not panic. I observed calmly, judged quietly, and decided I could tolerate their existence under proper supervision.<br/><br/>Other cats?<br/><br/>We can be roommates.<br/><br/>We cannot be lovers.<br/><br/>I am affectionate, playful, sassy, confident, and deeply committed to being adored in a way that aligns with my emotional needs and personal boundaries.<br/><br/>In summary:<br/><br/>I am elegant.<br/><br/>I am opinionated.<br/><br/>I am not for nonsense.<br/><br/>I am Fiona.<br/><br/>Signed,<br/><br/>Fiona, Esq. <br/>(Hard kibble enthusiast. Professional pearl clutcher. CEO of Personal Space.)<br/><br/>She’d love a home with her colony mate Freya <br/>​<br/>Date of Birth June 2024 <br/>Colour: Gray Tabby<br/>Personality Traits: Friendly, Affectionate, Gentle, Playful, Smart, Brave, Curious, Independent, Funny, Dignified, loves attention, Lap Cat<br/>Energy Level (1 being a couch potato, 5 always on the go): Medium Energy - 3<br/>Good With Children: Has not been exposed to children<br/>Good with other Cats: Gets along with but does not socialize with them <br/>Good with Dogs: Seems to be - in the home and seems unbothered but they do not interact<br/>Good with other animals: Has not been exposed<br/>Favourite things: treats, cat tree and toys<br/>Medical Care Received: Spayed, first shots, Deflead, dewormed, microchipped <br/>Adoption fee: $250

Dear Diary,

Let us address something immediately.

Some cats enjoy snuggling with other cats.

I do not.

I am Fiona, a short-haired grey tabby with impeccable standards, strong opinions, and an extremely refined emotional support system: people. People are soft. People provide snacks. People respect boundaries. Other cats… breathe directly into my personal space and expect me to be okay with it.

I am not

I tolerate them. I coexist. I maintain my composure.

But cuddling? Absolutely not. I clutch my pearls. I file a complaint. I dramatically exit the situation.

Now, playtime? That is a different story.

I barrel into play like I’ve got places to be and chaos to create. I chase. I pounce. I launch myself across rooms with dramatic flair. I bring energy. I bring commitment. I bring main character intensity. But when the zoomies are complete, I expect my relaxation to be solo and uninterrupted.

Humans, however, are exceptional creatures.

Dear Diary,

Let us address something immediately.

Some cats enjoy snuggling with other cats.

I do not.

I am Fiona, a short-haired grey tabby with impeccable standards, strong opinions, and an extremely refined emotional support system: people. People are soft. People provide snacks. People respect boundaries. Other cats… breathe directly into my personal space and expect me to be okay with it.

I am not

I tolerate them. I coexist. I maintain my composure.

But cuddling? Absolutely not. I clutch my pearls. I file a complaint. I dramatically exit the situation.

Now, playtime? That is a different story.

I barrel into play like I’ve got places to be and chaos to create. I chase. I pounce. I launch myself across rooms with dramatic flair. I bring energy. I bring commitment. I bring main character intensity. But when the zoomies are complete, I expect my relaxation to be solo and uninterrupted.

Humans, however, are exceptional creatures.

I enjoy supervising them, following them, correcting their schedules, and reminding them that food should be happening more frequently than they think. I am especially passionate about hard kibble, which I believe is the superior food source. (Hard kibble. Hard opinions.)

Canned food?

We’ll discuss it.

I will be polite.

You will be wrong.

Dogs? I’ve