Hans

Never tell me the odds... unless we're talking about reaching the top of the cat tree.<br/><br/>Hi! I'm Junior Hans, the tiniest smuggler this side of the galaxy.<br/><br/>I may be little, scruffy, and still growing into my ears, but don't let my size fool you. Every room is a new planet to explore, every cardboard box is an undiscovered spaceship, and every toy I find is officially classified as borrowed cargo.<br/><br/>I'm still a baby, so my adventures usually involve puffing up into my fiercest "space panther" stance, crab-walking sideways across the floor, and launching surprise attacks on suspicious objects. Sometimes I stick the landing... sometimes I tumble over my own paws. Either way, I consider it a successful mission.<br/><br/>My smuggling career is already off to an excellent start. My specialty is stealing toys much bigger than I am and proudly dragging them back to my secret hideout beneath the couch. It's hard work being this adorable.<br/><br/>After my zoomies are over which only last less than twelve parsecs, my brave pilot act disappears completely. Suddenly, I'm just a sleepy little kitten who wants to be tucked under your chin, knead a fuzzy blanket, and purr myself to sleep while dreaming about tomorrow's adventures.<br/><br/>I'm looking for a forever crew to help me grow from a tiny galactic rascal into the best co-pilot a family could ever ask for. And since every young smuggler learns better with a partner, I'd love a kitten friend to share my adventures with.<br/><br/>Now... who's ready to fly casual?<br/><br/>Soon you will be telling me I love you and I will reply "I know".<br/><br/>Date of Birth: March 2026<br/>Colour: Orange Tabby<br/>Personality Traits: Friendly, Affectionate, Playful, Brave, Curious, Funny, Athletic, loves attention, Good in a busy home<br/>Energy Level: 5 - medium high<br/>Good With Children: Unknown <br/>Good with other Cats: Yes<br/>Good with Dogs: unknown<br/>Good with other animals: unknown<br/>Favourite things: Feather wand, balls<br/>Medical Care Received: Neutered, first shots, deflead, dewormed, microchipped<br/><br/>Adoption fee 275$<br/>Adoption fee with sibling 500$<br/><br/>Kittens must be adopted in pairs or go to a home with another kitten

Never tell me the odds... unless we're talking about reaching the top of the cat tree.

Hi! I'm Junior Hans, the tiniest smuggler this side of the galaxy.

I may be little, scruffy, and still growing into my ears, but don't let my size fool you. Every room is a new planet to explore, every cardboard box is an undiscovered spaceship, and every toy I find is officially classified as borrowed cargo.

I'm still a baby, so my adventures usually involve puffing up into my fiercest "space panther" stance, crab-walking sideways across the floor, and launching surprise attacks on suspicious objects. Sometimes I stick the landing... sometimes I tumble over my own paws. Either way, I consider it a successful mission.

My smuggling career is already off to an excellent start. My specialty is stealing toys much bigger than I am and proudly dragging them back to my secret hideout beneath the couch. It's hard work being this adorable.

After my zoomies are over which only last less than twelve parsec

Never tell me the odds... unless we're talking about reaching the top of the cat tree.

Hi! I'm Junior Hans, the tiniest smuggler this side of the galaxy.

I may be little, scruffy, and still growing into my ears, but don't let my size fool you. Every room is a new planet to explore, every cardboard box is an undiscovered spaceship, and every toy I find is officially classified as borrowed cargo.

I'm still a baby, so my adventures usually involve puffing up into my fiercest "space panther" stance, crab-walking sideways across the floor, and launching surprise attacks on suspicious objects. Sometimes I stick the landing... sometimes I tumble over my own paws. Either way, I consider it a successful mission.

My smuggling career is already off to an excellent start. My specialty is stealing toys much bigger than I am and proudly dragging them back to my secret hideout beneath the couch. It's hard work being this adorable.

After my zoomies are over which only last less than twelve parsecs, my brave pilot act disappears completely. Suddenly, I'm just a sleepy little kitten who wants to be tucked under your chin, knead a fuzzy blanket, and purr myself to sleep while dreaming about tomorrow's adventures.

I'm looking for a forever crew to help me grow from a tiny galactic rascal into the best co-pilot a family could ever ask for. And since every young smuggler learns better