Mimi

I wasn’t always a basement cat.<br/><br/>I used to belong to a young person who loved me with their whole heart. We curled up together, played together, and for a while, I felt like I truly belonged. But then a new baby arrived… and suddenly everything changed. My world shrank to the cold, quiet basement—the place where I was told I should stay. I didn’t understand why. I just knew I was lonely… and forgotten.<br/><br/>Eventually, I was given up. I didn’t know what the future held, but then I landed in a foster home—a place full of soft voices, gentle hands, and warmth I hadn’t felt in a long time. They treat me kindly here. They see me. But the basement still lingers in my mind like a shadow, whispering that it’s where I belong. It’s hard to unlearn an old hurt.<br/><br/>I’m trying, though.<br/><br/>I like having someone near me when I eat—it makes me feel safe. I’m playful, too, once I remember how good it feels to trust. I just need a little time and patience before I can let someone into my heart again. Trust is something that has to be earned with me, but once you have it… I’ll love you with everything I’ve got.<br/><br/>I’m okay with dogs—they don’t bother me much—but other cats? Not really my favorite. Still, in a quiet home with the right friend, I think I could learn to share space. I want to be part of a family so badly. I want to sit beside my foster humans, to be included, to belong… but the resident cats here don’t always make that easy for me. They don’t understand that I’m just trying to find my place.<br/><br/>I hope one day I’ll have a home where I don’t feel like a guest or an afterthought. A home where someone sees the gentle cat behind the hurt. A home where I’m not a basement secret… but a beloved family member.<br/><br/>Until then, I’ll keep waiting.<br/>I know my person is out there.<br/><br/>— Love, Mimi ??

I wasn’t always a basement cat.

I used to belong to a young person who loved me with their whole heart. We curled up together, played together, and for a while, I felt like I truly belonged. But then a new baby arrived… and suddenly everything changed. My world shrank to the cold, quiet basement—the place where I was told I should stay. I didn’t understand why. I just knew I was lonely… and forgotten.

Eventually, I was given up. I didn’t know what the future held, but then I landed in a foster home—a place full of soft voices, gentle hands, and warmth I hadn’t felt in a long time. They treat me kindly here. They see me. But the basement still lingers in my mind like a shadow, whispering that it’s where I belong. It’s hard to unlearn an old hurt.

I’m trying, though.

I like having someone near me when I eat—it makes me feel safe. I’m playful, too, once I remember how good it feels to trust. I just need a little time and patience before I can let someone into my heart again. Trust is somethin

I wasn’t always a basement cat.

I used to belong to a young person who loved me with their whole heart. We curled up together, played together, and for a while, I felt like I truly belonged. But then a new baby arrived… and suddenly everything changed. My world shrank to the cold, quiet basement—the place where I was told I should stay. I didn’t understand why. I just knew I was lonely… and forgotten.

Eventually, I was given up. I didn’t know what the future held, but then I landed in a foster home—a place full of soft voices, gentle hands, and warmth I hadn’t felt in a long time. They treat me kindly here. They see me. But the basement still lingers in my mind like a shadow, whispering that it’s where I belong. It’s hard to unlearn an old hurt.

I’m trying, though.

I like having someone near me when I eat—it makes me feel safe. I’m playful, too, once I remember how good it feels to trust. I just need a little time and patience before I can let someone into my heart again. Trust is something that has to be earned with me, but once you have it… I’ll love you with everything I’ve got.

I’m okay with dogs—they don’t bother me much—but other cats? Not really my favorite. Still, in a quiet home with the right friend, I think I could learn to share space. I want to be part of a family so badly. I want to sit beside my foster humans, to be included, to belong… but the resident cats