About Ivan

You ever meet someone and just know they cheated fate? That's me-Ivan. I wasn't supposed to make it. I was the scraggly black kitten in a too-small cage at a run-down pet shop in Texas, fighting off ringworm and boredom in equal measure. I didn't even meow. I just�'�| waited. Until she came. My person. My hero. She scooped me up, gave me a name, took me home, and introduced me to the wonders of warm beds, chin scritches, and food that didn't come in a crusty dish. I came alive. Literally. Within days of seeing the vet, I perked up like a cat-shaped sunflower. Suddenly, I had zoomies. I had opinions. I had plans. I'm what you might call�'�| spirited. Or spunky. Or, if you're being honest, kind of a maniac. I meow back when you say my name. I climb walls (drywall is a suggestion, not a rule). I consider your house my personal jungle gym and your toilet time our bonding ritual. Yes, I will sit on your lap while you're doing your business. That's intimacy, baby. My toys? I don't just play with them. I hunt them. Feather wand? Dead. Crinkly ball? Obliterated. My housemate cat? I pounce him with affection (and velocity). Dogs? Cool by me. People? Fascinating. I might even bless you with a cuddle, though I'm more of a climb-you-like-a-tree guy than a lap lounger. But hey, love comes in all forms. So why am I looking for a new adventure? My person loves me deeply. She saved me, and I'll never forget that. But I'm a big personality in a not-so-big space. I've�'�| remodeled some things. (Turns out climbing drywall isn't what landlords consider 'quirky charm.' Who knew?) She's done her best, but between the repairs and the chaos, she knows I need more than she can give. She's not giving me up. She's giving me forward-to someone who can meet my energy with patience, my wildness with understanding, and my hunger for life with a full food bowl and a feather wand on standby. I'll be honest�'�| I have a few behavioral quirks. Let's call it 'enthusiastic remodeling.' I need room to climb, zoom, and express my inner jungle cat. A cat tree, a buddy to wrestle, maybe even some supervised outdoor access would be a dream. I'm litter trained, neutered, microchipped, and once had all my shots (you'll want to get me updated, of course). My dream home? Another playful pet to tag-team the living room with. Humans who get that black cats are magic. A house with vertical real estate (think shelves, trees, or an open-hearted attitude about curtains). Bonus points if you call my name just to hear me meow back. ���� If you've read this far, I think we're meant to meet. Maybe you're not looking for a perfectly polite cat-but for a hilariously odd, slightly chaotic, endlessly entertaining shadow creature who will greet you at the door like a dog, narrate your bathroom breaks, and love you with the kind of loyalty only a cat who dodged destiny can offer. Apply to adopt me today. Let's make some mischief-and memories-together. With headbutts and wall-climbs, Ivan ���%A4

Galveston County
Texas City, Texas