07/06/2025
My name is Charcoal. I’ve been at the shelter for 155 days. That’s a long time, isn’t it? Longer than anyone else at the shelter by almost double. Long enough to see every one of my brothers and sisters find their forever homes. 🥺 I watched them leave with hopeful eyes and wiggly tails, while I quietly stayed behind. I didn’t make a fuss. I just tucked myself a little deeper into the corner and waited.
They call me affectionate, but it’s not just that—I feel things deeply. I give love with every cell in my little body. If you sit down near me, I’ll press my head into your hand like I’ve known you forever. If you’re having a hard day, I’ll curl into your lap and remind you what stillness feels like.
I don’t ask for much. A calm home. No dogs, please—they scare me, and I disappear when they’re near. But cats? I like them. I understand them. We speak the same quiet language.
My favorite human at the shelter is Amanda. She’s our animal control officer, and if I’m being honest… I think I’m her favorite too. She calls me her baby and gives me extra love & attention. I hope she knows how much that means to me.
I don’t know how many more days I’ll be here. I’ve stopped counting. But I’m holding out hope that there’s someone out there looking for a cat just like me—gentle, soulful, quiet, and ready.
I’m not just waiting for a home. I’m waiting for my person.
Love,
Charcoal 🐾🖤
