FRIDAY

Meet Friday — The reason humans can’t stop smiling <br/><br/>HELLOOOO HUMAN<br/> I’m Friday, a 6‑month‑old British Shorthair mix in premium white fluff packaging, and I operate exclusively on vibes, zero fear, and the belief that every person I meet is my new best friend.<br/><br/>Who I Am<br/><br/>A baby.<br/>A menace.<br/>A cuddle‑seeking missile.<br/>A walking snowball with the confidence of someone who has never paid rent.<br/><br/>I love people so much it’s borderline embarrassing. If you breathe in my direction, I’m already sprinting toward you like I’m in a slow‑motion movie reunion.<br/><br/>Cats? Love them.<br/>Dogs? Sure, why not.<br/>Adults? OBSESSED.<br/>Kids? Unknown, but probably yes because I love literally everything.<br/><br/>My Rescue Story (AKA: The Chaos Begins)<br/><br/>So picture this:<br/>It’s Friday evening. Cars everywhere. Humans stressed. The world is loud.<br/><br/>And me?<br/>I’m in the middle of the street sniffing something extremely unimportant like I’m on a nature documentary. Cars? Never heard of them. Danger? Couldn’t spell it.<br/><br/>Then my human sees me.<br/>They stop traffic — literally — because I, a tiny white dumpling, am just vibing in the road like an idiot.<br/><br/>They call me.<br/>I look up.<br/>I SPRINT.<br/>Full speed. Purring like a chainsaw. Straight into their arms like, “HI I LIVE HERE NOW.”<br/><br/>And that’s how I went from “street marshmallow” to “beloved household chaos agent.”<br/><br/>I’m Looking For:<br/><br/>A home that:<br/><br/> Appreciates chaos<br/><br/> Enjoys cuddles<br/><br/> Doesn’t mind being followed everywhere<br/><br/> Accepts that I will absolutely climb you like a tree<br/><br/> Wants a kitten who thinks every day is a party and YOU are the guest of honor<br/><br/>If you want a tiny white gremlin who makes every day feel like a Friday — chaotic, joyful, unpredictable, and full of love — I’m your boy.<br/><br/>Love,<br/>Friday

Meet Friday — The reason humans can’t stop smiling

HELLOOOO HUMAN
I’m Friday, a 6‑month‑old British Shorthair mix in premium white fluff packaging, and I operate exclusively on vibes, zero fear, and the belief that every person I meet is my new best friend.

Who I Am

A baby.
A menace.
A cuddle‑seeking missile.
A walking snowball with the confidence of someone who has never paid rent.

I love people so much it’s borderline embarrassing. If you breathe in my direction, I’m already sprinting toward you like I’m in a slow‑motion movie reunion.

Cats? Love them.
Dogs? Sure, why not.
Adults? OBSESSED.
Kids? Unknown, but probably yes because I love literally everything.

My Rescue Story (AKA: The Chaos Begins)

So picture this:
It’s Friday evening. Cars everywhere. Humans stressed. The world is loud.

And me?
I’m in the middle of the street sniffing something extremely unimportant like I’m on a nature documentary. Cars? Never hea

Meet Friday — The reason humans can’t stop smiling

HELLOOOO HUMAN
I’m Friday, a 6‑month‑old British Shorthair mix in premium white fluff packaging, and I operate exclusively on vibes, zero fear, and the belief that every person I meet is my new best friend.

Who I Am

A baby.
A menace.
A cuddle‑seeking missile.
A walking snowball with the confidence of someone who has never paid rent.

I love people so much it’s borderline embarrassing. If you breathe in my direction, I’m already sprinting toward you like I’m in a slow‑motion movie reunion.

Cats? Love them.
Dogs? Sure, why not.
Adults? OBSESSED.
Kids? Unknown, but probably yes because I love literally everything.

My Rescue Story (AKA: The Chaos Begins)

So picture this:
It’s Friday evening. Cars everywhere. Humans stressed. The world is loud.

And me?
I’m in the middle of the street sniffing something extremely unimportant like I’m on a nature documentary. Cars? Never heard of them. Danger? Couldn’t spell it.

Then my human sees me.
They stop traffic — literally — because I, a tiny white dumpling, am just vibing in the road like an idiot.

They call me.
I look up.
I SPRINT.
Full speed. Purring like a chainsaw. Straight into their arms like, “HI I LIVE HERE NOW.”

And that’s how I went from “street marshmallow” to “beloved ho