My name is Bell!

They say some flowers take time to bloom. I just needed a little sunlight, patience, and a hallway to call my own.

My name is Bell. I’ve been at the SPCA for over a year now, ever since I was rescued from a cruel situation. I arrived deeply shy, unsure, and scared of what might come next. At first, I kept to myself and quivered at every touch, because life had taught me to be cautious.

But here, I was treated differently, with kindness and gentleness. People spoke to me in soft voices. They offered me toys, warm beds, and the freedom to be myself. And slowly, I began to blossom.

Now, I’m not just part of the shelter—I’m its welcoming committee. I’ve been promoted to hallway greeter, and I take my job very seriously. When visitors step through the cat room doors, I’m typically the first to say hello, chirping a sweet welcome, winding between legs, and soaking up attention like sunshine. You’d never guess that I used to be afraid.

I’ve grown into a cat with confidence, grace, and just a dash of sass. I love to be pet—until I don’t—and I’ll always let you know where my comfort zone ends. I think boundaries are a beautiful thing, don’t you?

I’d thrive best in a home without dogs, and I’d be open to sharing my space with a relaxed, respectful cat. Adults and older kids who understand that not every queen likes to be scooped up and smothered? Perfect. I’ll be your buddy, your greeter, and your charming little roommate.

So, what do you think? Could we grow something beautiful together—a friendship that takes root with care, and lasts a lifetime?