Dear You (the one I’ve been waiting for),

My name’s Dunkin. Yeah — like the coffee place. The lady who scooped me up off the streets really loves that place, and honestly? I get it. Warm. Comforting. A little bit sweet. That’s the vibe I’m going for too.

I didn’t always know people could be kind. I was just trying to stay alive out there — dodging cars, hiding from loud noises, figuring out which porches left out food. And then one day, someone saw me. Not just “a stray,” but me. They gave me a soft place to sleep, good food, and time to breathe. And for the first time, I felt safe.

But here’s the thing: I’m not the cat who runs up to visitors or hams it up for Instagram. I’m the one who’ll watch you from across the room, blink slowly, and wait to see if you’re the safe kind. If you are — and I think you might be — I’ll start to show you the real me.

The real me? I love affection. I’ll rub against your legs, press my little head into your hand, follow you from room to room just to feel close. I’ll curl up in sunny windows, nap like a pro, and politely ask for snacks (I’m a gentleman, after all). I’m not flashy — but I’m funny in my quiet little way. I like to chirp softly when I stretch. I do this little spin when I’m excited. I don’t demand love, but when I give it… it’s real.

I know I don’t get picked a lot, and that’s probably because when new people come around, I get scared and hide. It takes me time to adjust. But when I do? I’m loyal, affectionate, and full of quiet joy. I just need someone patient who understands that sometimes the best things in life take a little time to shine.

I’d do best in a calm home, maybe with another nice kitty or two (I really like feline friends), and a human who understands that some of us need a minute before we bloom. But when we do? We bloom big.

I’m neutered, vaccinated, microchipped, and just waiting — maybe for you.

So what do you say? Want to take a chance on the quiet one? I promise I’m worth the wait.

With a hopeful heart,
Dunkin