Victoria

hem. Hello. My name is Victoria — yes, that Victoria. Mother of Milo and Toby, the two gray little whirlwinds who never stop chasing tails or dreams. I'm told I’m a Russian Blue, but frankly, I think I’m more of a Russian Queen. Petite, dignified, elegant — and yes, I take my meals in a sunbeam, thank you very much.<br/><br/>But before you get swept away by my royal charm, let me tell you: my life hasn’t been easy. I was living outside, fending for myself with six tiny babies to care for. I tried — oh, I tried — to keep them safe. I watched them get killed one by one, and my heart broke again and again. Only Milo and Toby made it, and let me tell you, they’ve inherited both my resilience and my taste for the finer things in life. (Which, in their case, is wrestling and kibble.)<br/><br/>Someone was going to save my boys and leave me behind. I was okay with that but after all that heartbreak and hardship, I was finally brought inside along with my boys. And let me just say: indoor life is glorious. Heat vents. Air conditioner. Food bowls. Cushions. Humans who talk back when I meow — even if their accents are a little off. I’ve discovered I love people. I love chatting with them, rubbing up against their legs, curling up next to them for pets, and just being with them. I don't even mind being cuddled like a baby and kissed for a little while. My name may have a queenly air, but I’m a quirky, Grade A, top-shelf cuddle bug. Playing, being a little silly, following my person, laying on their feet, making biscuits in the air, carrying toys around, cuddling with other kitties & doggies are also a few of my favorite things to do. Zoomies? Yes, I have to admit I get those every time and again.<br/><br/>My royal subjects are two small dogs and three kitty cats. The boy kitty and the little dogs are extra nice but the two grumpy ol' girl kitties are not. I just stay out of their way.<br/><br/>Now that I know what love feels like, I’m looking for a place to call my own — a kingdom, if you will, of just me and you. I’d prefer to be the only pet (I’ve had enough chaos, thank you), but I promise I’ll fill your home with enough charm, affection, and amusing monologues to make up for it.<br/><br/>If you’re looking for a loyal companion with a soft coat, a brave heart, and an impressive vocabulary of chirps and purrs… well, your Queen awaits.<br/><br/>Yours regally (and snuggly),<br/>Victoria<br/><br/>Now accepting subjects — er, applications — for my forever home.<br/><br/>If you would like to meet your new best friend, contact the Adoption Coordinator at info@almosthometn.org. 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.<br/><br/>Unless otherwise noted, all Almost Home cats are healthy, spayed/neutered, up-to-date on vaccinations, and flea & tick preventative.

hem. Hello. My name is Victoria — yes, that Victoria. Mother of Milo and Toby, the two gray little whirlwinds who never stop chasing tails or dreams. I'm told I’m a Russian Blue, but frankly, I think I’m more of a Russian Queen. Petite, dignified, elegant — and yes, I take my meals in a sunbeam, thank you very much.

But before you get swept away by my royal charm, let me tell you: my life hasn’t been easy. I was living outside, fending for myself with six tiny babies to care for. I tried — oh, I tried — to keep them safe. I watched them get killed one by one, and my heart broke again and again. Only Milo and Toby made it, and let me tell you, they’ve inherited both my resilience and my taste for the finer things in life. (Which, in their case, is wrestling and kibble.)

Someone was going to save my boys and leave me behind. I was okay with that but after all that heartbreak and hardship, I was finally brought inside along with my boys. And let me just say: indoor life is glorious. Heat vents. Air conditione

hem. Hello. My name is Victoria — yes, that Victoria. Mother of Milo and Toby, the two gray little whirlwinds who never stop chasing tails or dreams. I'm told I’m a Russian Blue, but frankly, I think I’m more of a Russian Queen. Petite, dignified, elegant — and yes, I take my meals in a sunbeam, thank you very much.

But before you get swept away by my royal charm, let me tell you: my life hasn’t been easy. I was living outside, fending for myself with six tiny babies to care for. I tried — oh, I tried — to keep them safe. I watched them get killed one by one, and my heart broke again and again. Only Milo and Toby made it, and let me tell you, they’ve inherited both my resilience and my taste for the finer things in life. (Which, in their case, is wrestling and kibble.)

Someone was going to save my boys and leave me behind. I was okay with that but after all that heartbreak and hardship, I was finally brought inside along with my boys. And let me just say: indoor life is glorious. Heat vents. Air conditioner. Food bowls. Cushions. Humans who talk back when I meow — even if their accents are a little off. I’ve discovered I love people. I love chatting with them, rubbing up against their legs, curling up next to them for pets, and just being with them. I don't even mind being cuddled like a baby and kissed for a little while. My name may have a queenly air, but I’m a quirky, Grade A, top-shelf cuddle