Minnie was delivered to us via the Cat Distribution System. One day while running errands, CatDad spotted her on the streets of a small residential area in Oregon. He walked door to door asking if anyone was missing a cat, but had no luck finding her owners. She was then taken to a local shelter, where she spent five days waiting to be reunited with her potential family — but no one came forward. By that time, an adoption application had already been filled out, and as soon as we received the call that she was ready to be adopted, she was immediately taken to the vet and then finally brought to her forever home.

The shelter named her “Minnie” because she had such a petite frame for an adult cat. In addition to being visibly malnourished and weak, she was equally defensive and timid. It took months to earn the simple trust of being near her, and even longer before she allowed any physical contact. We don’t know what happened to her while she lived outdoors, but we do know that whatever it was — it carried pain, struggle, and fear.

Fast forward to today: she’s a blossoming kitty who never misses a chance to curl up next to you and purr. She’s even been reacquainted with the outdoors, this time safely — wearing a harness and leash. Her stompy gait and raccoon-like tail have earned her many nicknames: Queen Minnie, Minnie Raccoonie, Minnie Fettuccine… but beneath every nickname, she’s simply our precious girl.