Puddin

Meet Puddin' Look at that face. Wide, wondering eyes, a small pink nose, and an expression of pure open-hearted delight — Puddin' has the kind of look that makes people go quiet for a second and then say, "Oh, she's mine." She is eight weeks old, a silver Ocicat mix with a pale cream chest, soft charcoal tabby markings, and a little 'M' right between those big round eyes. Puddin' loves to play — hard, and often. A crumpled corner of paper becomes a career. A shoelace is a rival. A sun-warm patch of floor is a wrestling mat. She pounces, tumbles, bats at her own tail, and pops straight back up for more before she's even landed, because the game is the best thing that has ever happened and she fully intends to keep it going. And she loves to be loved. The moment the playing stops, Puddin' is in your lap — pressed close, purring loudly, head tilting up to check that you're still paying attention. She wants the pets, the soft voice, the belly rub, and the being-told-she's-a-good-girl, and she wants all of it every chance she gets. Affection isn't a nice extra for Puddin'. It's the whole point. She came from a litter of four, so a feline friend would be a real treat for her — you'll see her siblings in her photos — though she is just as happy being the only baby in a home full of people who adore her. Other cats, dogs, and kids are all friends in Puddin's book. Her spay and vaccinations will be covered by the rescue before she goes to her forever home. If you want a little girl who plays with her whole heart and loves you back just as hard — Puddin' is your girl.

Meet Puddin' Look at that face. Wide, wondering eyes, a small pink nose, and an expression of pure open-hearted delight — Puddin' has the kind of look that makes people go quiet for a second and then say, "Oh, she's mine." She is eight weeks old, a silver Ocicat mix with a pale cream chest, soft charcoal tabby markings, and a little 'M' right between those big round eyes. Puddin' loves to play — hard, and often. A crumpled corner of paper becomes a career. A shoelace is a rival. A sun-warm patch of floor is a wrestling mat. She pounces, tumbles, bats at her own tail, and pops straight back up for more before she's even landed, because the game is the best thing that has ever happened and she fully intends to keep it going. And she loves to be loved. The moment the playing stops, Puddin' is in your lap — pressed close, purring loudly, head tilting up to check that you're still paying attention. She wants the pets, the soft voice, the belly rub, and the being-told-she's-a-good-girl, and she wants all of it every chance she ge

Meet Puddin' Look at that face. Wide, wondering eyes, a small pink nose, and an expression of pure open-hearted delight — Puddin' has the kind of look that makes people go quiet for a second and then say, "Oh, she's mine." She is eight weeks old, a silver Ocicat mix with a pale cream chest, soft charcoal tabby markings, and a little 'M' right between those big round eyes. Puddin' loves to play — hard, and often. A crumpled corner of paper becomes a career. A shoelace is a rival. A sun-warm patch of floor is a wrestling mat. She pounces, tumbles, bats at her own tail, and pops straight back up for more before she's even landed, because the game is the best thing that has ever happened and she fully intends to keep it going. And she loves to be loved. The moment the playing stops, Puddin' is in your lap — pressed close, purring loudly, head tilting up to check that you're still paying attention. She wants the pets, the soft voice, the belly rub, and the being-told-she's-a-good-girl, and she wants all of it every chance she gets. Affection isn't a nice extra for Puddin'. It's the whole point. She came from a litter of four, so a feline friend would be a real treat for her — you'll see her siblings in her photos — though she is just as happy being the only baby in a home full of people who adore her. Other cats, dogs, and kids are all friends in Puddin's book. Her spay and vaccinations will be covered by the rescue befo