Harley

Vroom! Vrooooom! I'm Harley and there's nothing I love more than a good purr. Except maybe some food. And pulling a good con.<br/><br/>You see, I was wandering the rain-slicked city streets alone, wondering where my next meal was coming from when a thought hit me. I could get a person to take me in and it'd be kibble for days! So I started buttering up the marks, but it they weren't biting. Not even a nibble. <br/><br/>I said to myself, "Vroom Vroom, what are we going to do? The ol' belly's running on fumes?" when it hit me like a ton of bricks. I need a ploy. A long con to get me in. So I fluffed up my tum and made my legs and shoulders look thin, and people started thinking I was pregnant! Next thing you know, I was scooped up had some kind of "test" done to make sure I was negative for diseases and found myself in a house. With food! Flipping food ALL the time!<br/><br/>But then, the people started to get sus. I'd been here a month and hadn't shown any signs of being pregnant. Oh geez... what's a gal to do? I know! I'll fake being hit by a kitty condo. That'll buy me time to figure out my next move... It bought me some time. And some more food. <br/><br/>My conning days may be behind me, though. I don't seem to be running out of food. And they took me to someone called a "vet" and it turns out I'd already been spayed. Whoops. Who saw that one coming?<br/><br/>I'm still getting used to the other cats in the house. But we're working out who's capo kitty (hint, it's gonna be me). I don't like dogs. Not one bit. And I'm not a fan of the garbage truck. They steal all the tasty bits.<br/><br/><br/>If you'd like to learn more fill out our no-obligation application at https://www.arfpnc.com/?page_id=433<br/><br/>Some of our adoption requirements include:<br/><br/>- A formal adoption application<br/>- A minimum 48-hour waiting period<br/>- Home delivery of the pet<br/><br/>Please note that since we are an all volunteer organization and all cats must be delivered by an ARFP volunteer to their new homes, we are only able to adopt cats to locations within a 200-mile round trip of Greensboro, NC.

Vroom! Vrooooom! I'm Harley and there's nothing I love more than a good purr. Except maybe some food. And pulling a good con.

You see, I was wandering the rain-slicked city streets alone, wondering where my next meal was coming from when a thought hit me. I could get a person to take me in and it'd be kibble for days! So I started buttering up the marks, but it they weren't biting. Not even a nibble.

I said to myself, "Vroom Vroom, what are we going to do? The ol' belly's running on fumes?" when it hit me like a ton of bricks. I need a ploy. A long con to get me in. So I fluffed up my tum and made my legs and shoulders look thin, and people started thinking I was pregnant! Next thing you know, I was scooped up had some kind of "test" done to make sure I was negative for diseases and found myself in a house. With food! Flipping food ALL the time!

But then, the people started to get sus. I'd been here a month and hadn't shown any signs of being pregnant. Oh geez... what's a gal to do? I know! I'll

Vroom! Vrooooom! I'm Harley and there's nothing I love more than a good purr. Except maybe some food. And pulling a good con.

You see, I was wandering the rain-slicked city streets alone, wondering where my next meal was coming from when a thought hit me. I could get a person to take me in and it'd be kibble for days! So I started buttering up the marks, but it they weren't biting. Not even a nibble.

I said to myself, "Vroom Vroom, what are we going to do? The ol' belly's running on fumes?" when it hit me like a ton of bricks. I need a ploy. A long con to get me in. So I fluffed up my tum and made my legs and shoulders look thin, and people started thinking I was pregnant! Next thing you know, I was scooped up had some kind of "test" done to make sure I was negative for diseases and found myself in a house. With food! Flipping food ALL the time!

But then, the people started to get sus. I'd been here a month and hadn't shown any signs of being pregnant. Oh geez... what's a gal to do? I know! I'll fake being hit by a kitty condo. That'll buy me time to figure out my next move... It bought me some time. And some more food.

My conning days may be behind me, though. I don't seem to be running out of food. And they took me to someone called a "vet" and it turns out I'd already been spayed. Whoops. Who saw that one coming?

I'm still getting used to the other cats in the hous