Joan - female kitten

Meet Joan: The Whispering Wanderer with a Whisker for Wonder!<br/><br/>Hello, world—I'm Joan, your soon-to-be sidekick, born under the sunny skies of July 2025, and already plotting my next grand escapade. Think of me as the gentle explorer of the kitten realm: soft-spoken yet oh-so-talkative, with a symphony of chirps and mews that could charm the stripes off a tiger. I live for the thrill of discovery—darting under furniture like it's my personal safari, sniffing every corner as if it's hiding buried treasure.<br/><br/>Nothing lights up my day quite like the plink of my human's footsteps carrying that glorious tin of wet food. I'm right there at the door, weaving figure-eights around her ankles with a chorus of grateful trills: "Thank you, thank you, for this feast fit for a feline queen!" Post-meal? Game on! I'll chase my rambunctious siblings (shoutout to my zoomie brother Billy) in whirlwind tag matches across the room, or I'll dribble my jingle ball like a pro goalie, scoring imaginary goals with acrobatic flips that'd make Messi jealous.<br/><br/>I've got that boundless kitten spark—endless energy for playdates and pounces—but wise beyond my tender months, I know the art of the power nap. Curled up in a sunbeam or tucked into a cozy blanket fort, I recharge like a tiny solar-powered dynamo, dreaming of tomorrow's triumphs.<br/><br/>Full disclosure: I'm a tad shy with new faces at first, peeking from behind the couch with wide-eyed curiosity. But oh, wave a tube of Churu my way, and watch the magic unfold—timid glances turn to trust in a heartbeat, and suddenly we're thick as thieves, plotting purr-fect adventures together.<br/><br/>If your home needs a dash of gentle magic, a soundtrack of sweet chatter, and a partner-in-crime who's equal parts explorer and nap enthusiast, I'm your Joan! <br/><br/>Ready to trade those Churu bribes for forever cuddles? Let's chat—I've got stories (and soccer skills) to share.<br/><br/>Joan is spayed, microchipped and up to date on her vaccines. She must be adopted with one of her siblings if there is not another kitten in the home.<br/><br/>You can meet Joan and her siblings in person at the Nabi Cat Cafe at<br/>2255 The Alameda, Santa Clara. Be sure to make sure reservation<br/>online before you go<br/><br/>https://www.nabicatcafe.com/rsvp<br/><br/>Fill out our adoption questionnaire to start the adoption process<br/>https://form.jotform.com/pinkpawsftc/adoption

Meet Joan: The Whispering Wanderer with a Whisker for Wonder!

Hello, world—I'm Joan, your soon-to-be sidekick, born under the sunny skies of July 2025, and already plotting my next grand escapade. Think of me as the gentle explorer of the kitten realm: soft-spoken yet oh-so-talkative, with a symphony of chirps and mews that could charm the stripes off a tiger. I live for the thrill of discovery—darting under furniture like it's my personal safari, sniffing every corner as if it's hiding buried treasure.

Nothing lights up my day quite like the plink of my human's footsteps carrying that glorious tin of wet food. I'm right there at the door, weaving figure-eights around her ankles with a chorus of grateful trills: "Thank you, thank you, for this feast fit for a feline queen!" Post-meal? Game on! I'll chase my rambunctious siblings (shoutout to my zoomie brother Billy) in whirlwind tag matches across the room, or I'll dribble my jingle ball like a pro goalie, scoring imaginary goals with acrobatic flips that'd

Meet Joan: The Whispering Wanderer with a Whisker for Wonder!

Hello, world—I'm Joan, your soon-to-be sidekick, born under the sunny skies of July 2025, and already plotting my next grand escapade. Think of me as the gentle explorer of the kitten realm: soft-spoken yet oh-so-talkative, with a symphony of chirps and mews that could charm the stripes off a tiger. I live for the thrill of discovery—darting under furniture like it's my personal safari, sniffing every corner as if it's hiding buried treasure.

Nothing lights up my day quite like the plink of my human's footsteps carrying that glorious tin of wet food. I'm right there at the door, weaving figure-eights around her ankles with a chorus of grateful trills: "Thank you, thank you, for this feast fit for a feline queen!" Post-meal? Game on! I'll chase my rambunctious siblings (shoutout to my zoomie brother Billy) in whirlwind tag matches across the room, or I'll dribble my jingle ball like a pro goalie, scoring imaginary goals with acrobatic flips that'd make Messi jealous.

I've got that boundless kitten spark—endless energy for playdates and pounces—but wise beyond my tender months, I know the art of the power nap. Curled up in a sunbeam or tucked into a cozy blanket fort, I recharge like a tiny solar-powered dynamo, dreaming of tomorrow's triumphs.

Full disclosure: I'm a tad shy with new faces at first, peeking from behind the