9 months old. Over 200 days in the shelter. That means most of her life… has been spent waiting. Poly got her name from how she came to us — with plastic caught around her neck. Not the start any kitten deserves, but she’s been quietly moving forward ever since. She isn’t the type to beg for attention. She hangs back, watches, and takes her time deciding if you’re safe. But if you give her that chance — and maybe gently insist on a little love at first — she melts. Leans in. Purrs. Stays. Becomes the sweetest, biggest love bug. She’s just been overlooked for the louder, more outgoing cats. Meanwhile, Poly is still here… growing up in a kennel. If you believe the quiet ones are worth it, Poly is waiting.