This is a bio wholeheartedly written. And I need you all to know that I write 90% of our cats' bios. But this one hits a little different. So Please Read... Pippin wasn't supposed to be my foster. She came into the rescue, I gave her a name, and for reasons I still can't fully explain, she wrapped herself around my heart. Some cats don't just pass through your life. Some of them grab on and don't let go. Pippin is THAT cat. She is truly one of those “run, don't walk” cats. The kind people usually fight over. The kind that gets scooped up before you even have time to think, or blink, twice. But she didn't. And then life didn't make it easy for her. Rather early on, it was obvious the shelter wasn't for her. She was stressed. Stressed enough to make herself sick. Her little eyes were swollen, her body overwhelmed. She wasn't thriving, she was honestly shutting down. The shelter couldn't give her the kind of love and consistency she needed, and she was quietly falling apart in a place meant to help. Then came ringworm. 5 Weeks of treatment. Isolation. Meds. Waiting. More stress. Just when it felt like she finally got a break because she conquered ringworm, life handed her something worse. Pippin was diagnosed with FIP. A diagnosis that used to be a death sentence for most, and this past year, for some of our kittens, it still was. We didn't save everyone. I personally didn't get to save other fosters from it, and that grief doesn't disappear. When Pippin got that diagnosis, I wasn't willing to lose another cat to cruel fate. So I took her home. I wasn't losing her too. FIP Treatment is 84 days. I was happy to fight for her, to fight alongside of her for this amount of time. And Pippin? She fought hard. There were days it didn't look like it was working early on. Days it felt cruel to hope. Things got worse before they got better. But then... they did get better. Pippin didn't become a statistic. She fought. She survived. She kicked FIP straight in the ass. She walked out the other side. If you remember her original bio, you might remember a quieter, more unsure cat. That was a cat who had been stressed, sick, and trying to survive environments that never quite fit her. The Pippin here now is different. She's more outgoing. More confident. Softer and braver all at once. Still sweet as can be, but also an absolute badass. Pippin leans into love like she knows exactly how close she came to never having it again. Pippin has waited far too long for a home. And while I'm grateful I got more time with her than most cats we get, it wasn't for a good reason. I didn't keep her longer simply because she was overlooked due to her common cat looks. I kept her longer because she was fighting for her life, and I wanted to help give her the fighting chance. So yeah, maybe on paper she's “just a tabby.” Cool. Great. Love that for anyone still stuck on the idea of just looks when it really does not matter. Because this “basic tabby” fought harder to be here than most cats ever will. She is an angel. She is a survivor. She is the whole package. And I'm going to be honest, I don't want to give her up. Not even a little. Because I don't think anyone deserves her, but the inn is full. And she didn't fight this hard just to stay in foster. She deserves her person. Her home. Her easy, soft, safe life where nothing bad ever happens again. Pippin deserves a home that feels like relief after everything she has been through. A place where she's chosen, cherished, and finally safe from the cruelness of the world. Where nothing bad happens again. Where the rest of her story is easy and full of love. She deserves the whole entire world. So, if you've been waiting for a sign to adopt a cat? This is certainly it. Put in an app to meet her. Because I promise you... if you do, you're not leaving without her. And my happy tears over it will help me continue to advocate for these cats, and we all know we need that.