Truffle

I may be small, but I took my job as the "big sister" very seriously out in that big, scary Sutherlands parking lot.<br/><br/>While my sister tucked her head into my fur to hide from the loud rumbling trucks, I kept my eyes wide open, watching over her until help finally arrived. Making the jump from a cold patch of asphalt to a warm shelter kennel has made my head spin a little, and the truth is, I’m just as much of a frightened little baby as she is.<br/><br/>My nervousness shows up as a quiet stillness. When you first approach, I might freeze and study you with saucer eyes, trying to figure out if it’s safe to drop my guard. But the second you offer a gentle finger under my chin or a slow stroke down my spine, you can feel the tension melt right out of my tiny frame. I will lean my cheek into your knuckles, letting out a soft sigh that says, “Oh, I don't have to be the brave one anymore.”<br/><br/>At just 10 to 12 weeks old, I’ve spent too much of my short life being on high alert. What I dream of now is a quiet, loving home where my sister and I can finally just be carefree kittens. I want to trade looking out for danger for chasing jingle balls, sharing food bowls, and curling up into one big, purring pretzel on a soft blanket.<br/><br/>I gave my sister all the courage I had when we were all alone; now I’m hoping someone with a kind heart and a gentle touch will share their love with both of us.<br/><br/>**Truffle will be spayed and FIV/Feline Leukemia combo tested prior to going to her new home. She has been given a feline distemper vaccination and dewormer.**<br/><br/>Truffle will have an adoption fee of $105 with an approved adoption application. This fee will cover the cost of her spay, vaccination given in shelter, dewormer, and FIV combo test. She is not old enough for Rabies vaccination at this time. <br/><br/>If you'd like to be considered for Truffle's adoption, you may submit an application here:<br/><br/>https://new.shelterluv.com/matchme/adopt/LBMO/Cat<br/><br/>The Liberty Animal Shelter is open Monday through Friday 10a.m. to 6p.m. and 10a.m to 3p.m on the weekends.<br/>*hours are subject to change*<br/><br/>We cannot guarantee the availability of any particular animal.

I may be small, but I took my job as the "big sister" very seriously out in that big, scary Sutherlands parking lot.

While my sister tucked her head into my fur to hide from the loud rumbling trucks, I kept my eyes wide open, watching over her until help finally arrived. Making the jump from a cold patch of asphalt to a warm shelter kennel has made my head spin a little, and the truth is, I’m just as much of a frightened little baby as she is.

My nervousness shows up as a quiet stillness. When you first approach, I might freeze and study you with saucer eyes, trying to figure out if it’s safe to drop my guard. But the second you offer a gentle finger under my chin or a slow stroke down my spine, you can feel the tension melt right out of my tiny frame. I will lean my cheek into your knuckles, letting out a soft sigh that says, “Oh, I don't have to be the brave one anymore.”

At just 10 to 12 weeks old, I’ve spent too much of my short life being on high alert. What I dream of now is a quiet, loving h

I may be small, but I took my job as the "big sister" very seriously out in that big, scary Sutherlands parking lot.

While my sister tucked her head into my fur to hide from the loud rumbling trucks, I kept my eyes wide open, watching over her until help finally arrived. Making the jump from a cold patch of asphalt to a warm shelter kennel has made my head spin a little, and the truth is, I’m just as much of a frightened little baby as she is.

My nervousness shows up as a quiet stillness. When you first approach, I might freeze and study you with saucer eyes, trying to figure out if it’s safe to drop my guard. But the second you offer a gentle finger under my chin or a slow stroke down my spine, you can feel the tension melt right out of my tiny frame. I will lean my cheek into your knuckles, letting out a soft sigh that says, “Oh, I don't have to be the brave one anymore.”

At just 10 to 12 weeks old, I’ve spent too much of my short life being on high alert. What I dream of now is a quiet, loving home where my sister and I can finally just be carefree kittens. I want to trade looking out for danger for chasing jingle balls, sharing food bowls, and curling up into one big, purring pretzel on a soft blanket.

I gave my sister all the courage I had when we were all alone; now I’m hoping someone with a kind heart and a gentle touch will share their love with both of us.

**Truff