Spencer

They call me Spencer now—though once upon a time, I was just “that shadow outside.” You might have seen me if you’d passed by that house… a tall, sleek Bombay with silky black fur and glowing amber eyes, standing just out of reach. I wanted so badly to be touched, to be loved, but my paws hesitated. My heart whispered wait… is it safe?<br/><br/>One day, it was. My foster mom’s kindness broke through my fear, and she brought me inside where the world was warm and safe. She worried for me out there—worried about a dog that was a little too curious, worried that my story would end before it ever really began. But now, I’m safe. Now, I’m a real inside cat… and oh, how I treasure it.<br/><br/>See my tipped ear? That’s proof someone cared once, enough to have me fixed. But somehow, I ended up alone again. Still, I haven’t stopped believing in people. In fact, I’ll prove it—I’ll twine around your ankles until you bend down and scratch behind my ears. I’ll lean in, soft and trusting, asking you to stay.<br/>I get along wonderfully with other cats and even dogs, but what I crave most is you. Your touch, your voice, your love. I’ll sit in my blue cloth kitty box like a king on his throne, or curl by the window and watch the world outside, forever grateful that I don’t have to live it anymore. My meow may be tiny, but my heart? It’s enormous.<br/><br/>I love food—soft meals, a sprinkle of cheese, even fish skin. But more than anything, I’m hungry for love, for a forever family who sees me not as a shadow but as a treasure they’ll never let go.<br/>Please… I’ve already spent too much of my life waiting. Don’t let me keep waiting. Will you be the one to love this silky mini-panther forever?<br/><br/>Love,<br/>Spencer <br/><br/><br/>If you would like to meet your new best friend, contact the Adoption Coordinator at info@almosthometn.org or 865-236-0830. To fill out an application, go to www.almosthometn.org. If you cannot get it to work, let us know and we will email it to you in a different format.

They call me Spencer now—though once upon a time, I was just “that shadow outside.” You might have seen me if you’d passed by that house… a tall, sleek Bombay with silky black fur and glowing amber eyes, standing just out of reach. I wanted so badly to be touched, to be loved, but my paws hesitated. My heart whispered wait… is it safe?

One day, it was. My foster mom’s kindness broke through my fear, and she brought me inside where the world was warm and safe. She worried for me out there—worried about a dog that was a little too curious, worried that my story would end before it ever really began. But now, I’m safe. Now, I’m a real inside cat… and oh, how I treasure it.

See my tipped ear? That’s proof someone cared once, enough to have me fixed. But somehow, I ended up alone again. Still, I haven’t stopped believing in people. In fact, I’ll prove it—I’ll twine around your ankles until you bend down and scratch behind my ears. I’ll lean in, soft and trusting, asking you to stay.
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They call me Spencer now—though once upon a time, I was just “that shadow outside.” You might have seen me if you’d passed by that house… a tall, sleek Bombay with silky black fur and glowing amber eyes, standing just out of reach. I wanted so badly to be touched, to be loved, but my paws hesitated. My heart whispered wait… is it safe?

One day, it was. My foster mom’s kindness broke through my fear, and she brought me inside where the world was warm and safe. She worried for me out there—worried about a dog that was a little too curious, worried that my story would end before it ever really began. But now, I’m safe. Now, I’m a real inside cat… and oh, how I treasure it.

See my tipped ear? That’s proof someone cared once, enough to have me fixed. But somehow, I ended up alone again. Still, I haven’t stopped believing in people. In fact, I’ll prove it—I’ll twine around your ankles until you bend down and scratch behind my ears. I’ll lean in, soft and trusting, asking you to stay.
I get along wonderfully with other cats and even dogs, but what I crave most is you. Your touch, your voice, your love. I’ll sit in my blue cloth kitty box like a king on his throne, or curl by the window and watch the world outside, forever grateful that I don’t have to live it anymore. My meow may be tiny, but my heart? It’s enormous.

I love food—soft meals, a sprinkle of cheese, even fish skin. But more than a