Pinky

Hi! I'm Pinky! N-A-R-F!<br/><br/>Okay okay, that's not my whole name. But Foster Mom says I'm the Pinky to my sister Brain, and honestly? She's not wrong.<br/><br/>Brain's the boss. She uses her voice for very important announcements. Like “I NEED WET FOOD NOW” and “WHERE IS MY HUMAN??” She learned her name and now she runs the whole house. Or she thinks she does.<br/><br/>Me? I'm in charge of friendship.<br/><br/>I told Brain my new best friend is Bianca, one of our foster's "resident" cats. We spend HOURS in the cat room. Swatting toys. Sharing secrets. Discussing very important kitten business. Brain thinks she's supervising us. We let her think that.<br/><br/>My favorite time of day is dinner time. Not because of dinner. Pfft. That's when I start my official Campaign for Snuggles & Human Food. Foster Mom says “no.” I say “narf” and try again. And again. The word “no” is just a suggestion, right?<br/><br/>Here's the deal on me vs Brain:<br/><br/><br/> Brain = CEO of the house. Must know where humans are at all times. Excellent communication skills. Loud communication skills.<br/> Pinky = Director of Cuddles & Good Vibes. Will melt into your lap. Will accept snacks as payment. Will question the meaning of “no.”<br/><br/><br/>We both agree on 3 things:<br/><br/><br/> Snuggle time is the best time. We're professional couch potatoes. Olympic-level curl-uppers. Will keep your legs warm and your heart full.<br/> We LOVE toys. Wand toys? Chase them. Crinkle balls? Bat them. Your toes under blankets? Investigate them.<br/> Big Kitty is actually pretty cool. Foster Mom says her name is Hope and she's a dog. We say she's Big Kitty and she's our friend. So yes — we'd do great in a home with a calm dog! Or, you know, a Big Kitty.<br/><br/><br/>We're looking for: Our forever home. Together. We're a package deal — Pinky & Brain, take it or leave it. But why would you leave it??<br/><br/>Respectful kids? Yes please! More laps for snuggling.<br/>Lots of love + attention? Required.<br/>Snacks? ...Did I mention snacks?<br/><br/>We're sweet. We're playful. We're affectionate. We're one-of-a-kind. We promise love, laughter, purrs, and just a little bit of chaos. The fun kind.<br/><br/>I'm Pinky. She's Brain. We're ready for you.<br/><br/>N-A-R-F! That means “pick us” in Pinky.<br/><br/>- - - - <br/><br/>You can see more pictures and videos of our fosters on our facebook page: Sophia L'Orange Kitten Rescue<br/><br/>All of our adoptable animals are cared for and assessed in foster homes (we do not have a shelter), up to date on age appropriate vaccinations and have been spayed or neutered and tested for FeLV/FIV, before they are adopted. They have had de-worming medication as a standard of care and Flea/Tick/Ear Mite preventive treatment. Medical records will be released with the adopted pet.

Hi! I'm Pinky! N-A-R-F!

Okay okay, that's not my whole name. But Foster Mom says I'm the Pinky to my sister Brain, and honestly? She's not wrong.

Brain's the boss. She uses her voice for very important announcements. Like “I NEED WET FOOD NOW” and “WHERE IS MY HUMAN??” She learned her name and now she runs the whole house. Or she thinks she does.

Me? I'm in charge of friendship.

I told Brain my new best friend is Bianca, one of our foster's "resident" cats. We spend HOURS in the cat room. Swatting toys. Sharing secrets. Discussing very important kitten business. Brain thinks she's supervising us. We let her think that.

My favorite time of day is dinner time. Not because of dinner. Pfft. That's when I start my official Campaign for Snuggles & Human Food. Foster Mom says “no.” I say “narf” and try again. And again. The word “no” is just a suggestion, right?

Here's the deal on me vs Brain:


Brain = CEO of the house. Must know where humans are at all times. Exce

Hi! I'm Pinky! N-A-R-F!

Okay okay, that's not my whole name. But Foster Mom says I'm the Pinky to my sister Brain, and honestly? She's not wrong.

Brain's the boss. She uses her voice for very important announcements. Like “I NEED WET FOOD NOW” and “WHERE IS MY HUMAN??” She learned her name and now she runs the whole house. Or she thinks she does.

Me? I'm in charge of friendship.

I told Brain my new best friend is Bianca, one of our foster's "resident" cats. We spend HOURS in the cat room. Swatting toys. Sharing secrets. Discussing very important kitten business. Brain thinks she's supervising us. We let her think that.

My favorite time of day is dinner time. Not because of dinner. Pfft. That's when I start my official Campaign for Snuggles & Human Food. Foster Mom says “no.” I say “narf” and try again. And again. The word “no” is just a suggestion, right?

Here's the deal on me vs Brain:


Brain = CEO of the house. Must know where humans are at all times. Excellent communication skills. Loud communication skills.
Pinky = Director of Cuddles & Good Vibes. Will melt into your lap. Will accept snacks as payment. Will question the meaning of “no.”


We both agree on 3 things:


Snuggle time is the best time. We're professional couch potatoes. Olympic-level curl-uppers. Will keep your legs warm and your heart full.
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