Loki

MEET LOKI: THREE MONTHS OLD, ZERO BOUNDARIES, AND ABSOLUTELY NO REGRETS! HELLOOOOO, FUTURE VICTIMS! I MEAN, FAMILY! My name is Loki. I’m approximately 3 months old, and I have been informed that I am a menace to society. Personally, I think that’s a little dramatic. Okay, maybe not. You see, I was a bottle baby. That means I was raised by humans instead of a mama cat, and apparently, I missed a few important lessons in Cat School. Things like personal space, appropriate biting, respecting boundaries, and understanding that NOT EVERYTHING THAT MOVES NEEDS TO BE ATTACKED. Sounds boring, honestly. If it moves, I attack it. If it doesn’t move, I attack it until it does. Feet? ATTACK. Hands? ATTACK. Toys? DESTROY. Another cat’s tail? OH, IT’S ON. Random object minding its own business? NOT ON MY WATCH. I have approximately 47 different personalities, and every single one of them has had too much caffeine. Now, here’s something VERY important about adopting me. I ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY MUST HAVE ANOTHER CAT IN MY HOME. And not just any cat. I need a confident, playful, cat-friendly feline who can handle my ridiculous energy and teach me some manners. Someone who isn’t afraid to tell me when I’ve crossed the line, because apparently, I cross it about 300 times a day. My foster mom says I need a cat who can keep me in check. I say I need a worthy opponent. We have agreed to disagree. Because I was bottle-raised, I’m still learning how to play appropriately and control my biting. I’m not trying to be mean. I just have absolutely no idea when enough is enough. I need humans who understand kitten behavior, have patience, and are willing to help me learn that fingers are not chew toys. I am NOT a good candidate to be an only cat. I need feline companionship, structure, and plenty of appropriate outlets for all this energy. But underneath all the biting, bouncing, tackling, and general destruction, I’m just a little guy figuring out how to be a cat. A very enthusiastic little guy. With absolutely no brakes. So, if you’ve got a playful, confident cat who could use a tiny, unlicensed wrestling partner, I might just be your perfect match! Adopt me today! Your curtains may never forgive you, but I promise life will never be boring again. Love, Loki, CEO of Poor Decisions Veterans adopt free with proof of service.<br/><br/>Special Needs<br/>Loki is a former bottle baby who missed out on some important socialization and boundary-setting from his mother and littermates. As a result, he is extremely energetic, very mouthy, and still learning appropriate play behavior. He MUST be adopted into a home with another cat, preferably a confident, playful, well-socialized cat who can tolerate his energy and appropriately correct his behavior. Loki is not suited for a home where he would be the only cat. He needs patient adopters who understand kitten behavior, can redirect biting and rough play, and will provide plenty of enrichment, exercise, and positive reinforcement. He’s not aggressive. He’s just a tiny tornado who needs some feline guidance!

MEET LOKI: THREE MONTHS OLD, ZERO BOUNDARIES, AND ABSOLUTELY NO REGRETS! HELLOOOOO, FUTURE VICTIMS! I MEAN, FAMILY! My name is Loki. I’m approximately 3 months old, and I have been informed that I am a menace to society. Personally, I think that’s a little dramatic. Okay, maybe not. You see, I was a bottle baby. That means I was raised by humans instead of a mama cat, and apparently, I missed a few important lessons in Cat School. Things like personal space, appropriate biting, respecting boundaries, and understanding that NOT EVERYTHING THAT MOVES NEEDS TO BE ATTACKED. Sounds boring, honestly. If it moves, I attack it. If it doesn’t move, I attack it until it does. Feet? ATTACK. Hands? ATTACK. Toys? DESTROY. Another cat’s tail? OH, IT’S ON. Random object minding its own business? NOT ON MY WATCH. I have approximately 47 different personalities, and every single one of them has had too much caffeine. Now, here’s something VERY important about adopting me. I ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY MUST HAVE ANOTHER CAT IN MY HOME. And not

MEET LOKI: THREE MONTHS OLD, ZERO BOUNDARIES, AND ABSOLUTELY NO REGRETS! HELLOOOOO, FUTURE VICTIMS! I MEAN, FAMILY! My name is Loki. I’m approximately 3 months old, and I have been informed that I am a menace to society. Personally, I think that’s a little dramatic. Okay, maybe not. You see, I was a bottle baby. That means I was raised by humans instead of a mama cat, and apparently, I missed a few important lessons in Cat School. Things like personal space, appropriate biting, respecting boundaries, and understanding that NOT EVERYTHING THAT MOVES NEEDS TO BE ATTACKED. Sounds boring, honestly. If it moves, I attack it. If it doesn’t move, I attack it until it does. Feet? ATTACK. Hands? ATTACK. Toys? DESTROY. Another cat’s tail? OH, IT’S ON. Random object minding its own business? NOT ON MY WATCH. I have approximately 47 different personalities, and every single one of them has had too much caffeine. Now, here’s something VERY important about adopting me. I ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY MUST HAVE ANOTHER CAT IN MY HOME. And not just any cat. I need a confident, playful, cat-friendly feline who can handle my ridiculous energy and teach me some manners. Someone who isn’t afraid to tell me when I’ve crossed the line, because apparently, I cross it about 300 times a day. My foster mom says I need a cat who can keep me in check. I say I need a worthy opponent. We have agreed to disagree. Because I was bottle-raised, I’m stil