Dear Future Family,

My name is Weeble, and while I may wobble, I’ve got enough sass and sweetness to make your heart do a somersault.

I was found in someone’s backyard—tiny, exhausted, and barely holding on. I couldn’t walk right, couldn’t eat well, and my little body was covered in fleas—I mean covered. I was so badly infested, I became anemic, weak, and fragile. But even then, even in that backyard, I still had fight in me. I still had hope.

Once I got to safety, I started to show everyone just how special I really am. I have something called cerebellar hypoplasia, or CH—it means my balance is off and my movements are uncoordinated. My CH is a little more advanced than some others you may have seen, so I’m on the slower side. I wobble, I tumble, and sometimes I flop dramatically—but I always get back up. And let me tell you: I may be wobbly, but I am pure sass in a fluffy little package.

I’m a long-haired beauty, still a kitten, and while I’ll probably stay on the smaller side, my personality is huge. I love humans, I love attention, and I’ve got a mischievous little sparkle in my eyes even when I’m flopping my way across the room. I get along with other cats, and I don’t let my wobbles slow me down when it comes to exploring, playing, or demanding cuddles.

I’ll need a home that’s safe, patient, and set up to support a kitten with CH—maybe some carpeted areas or soft spots to land. But most of all, I just need someone who sees me for who I am: a survivor, a sweetheart, and a total star.

Are you the person who can look past my wobble and see my wonder?

With love, sass, and sideways purrs,
Weeble