Hello,

I’m a street cat with pot-house manners. My name is Kávé (Coffee) that I got from my finder.

When I got here they didn’t know that it’s not necessary to drink coffee when I’m around. The first reason is that I go on the kitchen counter to drink from the milk; the other is that I hang from the ceiling while I make a mess in the other part of the room. So I keep you awake without any stimuli. Not only for now, for another of your two lives.

I get on well with dogs, I go into their mouths and hang on to their tongues with my claws. They don’t like it but they don’t hurt me. I’m not afraid of anybody or anything. According to my temporary owner I can be adopted only into a safe place. I try to supple the other cats but they don’t really let me do it and I’m cute with everybody, especially when I’m asleep. I have a way to do it: I get into a coffee-grinder mode and I purr so loudly that you can’t sleep near me. I’m good-natured so I can make compromises if they’re good for me, I don’t care for others. My temporary owner tells me many times a day that she wants to cook me, but I don’t think that she’ll really cook soup from me because I’m too beautiful for it.



I’m amazingly black; whoever sees me says that I look like a black panther only in a little version. I’m a ten-month-old tomcat and I’m trying to grow to be a real panther. I don’t understand why I still don’t have a real owner or at least someone who doesn’t want to cook me. I’m beautiful, smart (smart enough to make a mess) and wonderful, but for a reason nobody wants to adopt me. Adopt me forever! I don’t want to go to another temporary home, I want a person who does everything I want which is not much, only to play with me all day, feed me, let me purr into their ears at night and wouldn’t mind if I practised decorating the flat. Oh, and get another cat or a dog next to me, because I don’t like being alone.

They say that sometimes there’s a little problem with my behaviour but human babies aren’t let alone just because they make a mess and they don’t cook them, are they? So someone please take me home urgently, I promise that I’ll be bad for my whole life! Anyway, what can you do with a well-behaviour cat? You see? And I compensate my bad behaviour with long purring and snuggling.



So please write a letter to Noe that you want me, I deserve it. And you may deserve it too.

noecatrescue@gmail.com