Sriracha

Once the stealthiest whiskers in a local feral colony, Sriracha spent his kittenhood surviving the mean streets—dodging raccoons, outsmarting sprinklers, and perfecting his glare from the shadows. But those days are behind him now. These days, he’s traded alleyways for armchairs, and trash bins for warm piles of laundry (which he firmly believes exist just for him).<br/><br/>Now a reformed tough guy, Sriracha enjoys the finer things in life: snuggling like it’s his job, vigilantly bird-watching from the window sill, and flopping dramatically on freshly folded clothes. He may still have that streetwise swagger, but underneath? 100% marshmallow.

Once the stealthiest whiskers in a local feral colony, Sriracha spent his kittenhood surviving the mean streets—dodging raccoons, outsmarting sprinklers, and perfecting his glare from the shadows. But those days are behind him now. These days, he’s traded alleyways for armchairs, and trash bins for warm piles of laundry (which he firmly believes exist just for him).

Now a reformed tough guy, Sriracha enjoys the finer things in life: snuggling like it’s his job, vigilantly bird-watching from the window sill, and flopping dramatically on freshly folded clothes. He may still have that streetwise swagger, but underneath? 100% marshmallow.

Once the stealthiest whiskers in a local feral colony, Sriracha spent his kittenhood surviving the mean streets—dodging raccoons, outsmarting sprinklers, and perfecting his glare from the shadows. But those days are behind him now. These days, he’s traded alleyways for armchairs, and trash bins for warm piles of laundry (which he firmly believes exist just for him).

Now a reformed tough guy, Sriracha enjoys the finer things in life: snuggling like it’s his job, vigilantly bird-watching from the window sill, and flopping dramatically on freshly folded clothes. He may still have that streetwise swagger, but underneath? 100% marshmallow.