Greetings, peasants. I am Peanut Butter, sovereign of the sunspot, empress of the elevated perch, and curator of all things quiet, orderly, and dignified. I am currently reviewing suitors for the role of Personal Ear-Scratcher and Can Opener. Do not take this lightly — I will be selective.
I am three years old, draped in a coat of the finest black velvet, with eyes like molten gold and a stare that can both enchant and silently judge. I am beautiful. This is not up for debate.
My temperament, you ask? I am a woman of taste and standards. I enjoy peace, solitude, and predictable schedules. I do not enjoy being picked up without notice, or any loud nonsense. If you come into my chambers with a feather toy and a little respect, we may get along. If you storm in like a fool with jazz hands and high-pitched squealing, I shall vanish like a shadow at sunrise.
Once I deem you worthy (and you will know — there may be a blink, a slow tail curl, perhaps a regal head tilt), I may grant you the great honor of scratching behind my ears. I might even purr. But remember: I am not your emotional support animal. You are mine.
I dine with grace and expect wet food on occasion. Treats are acceptable when offered with reverence. I occasionally enjoy play, as it is important to maintain one's athleticism, but only when I am in the mood and the toy is stylish.
Preferred Living Arrangements:
My ideal kingdom is quiet and peaceful. I may tolerate other feline nobility if they respect my space. No loud dogs, and no small children — I’ve no time for the chaos of the court. A calm adult or two who understand the value of personal space and admire my elegance from afar until summoned? Perfect.
If you are patient, respectful, and appreciate a queen who knows what she wants (and is absolutely worth it), I may just allow you into my inner circle.
Apply within. Tribute of wet food encouraged.
— HRH Peanut Butter, Ruler of the Villages and All That She Surveys
Greetings, peasants. I am Peanut Butter, sovereign of the sunspot, empress of the elevated perch, and curator of all things quiet, orderly, and dignified. I am currently reviewing suitors for the role of Personal Ear-Scratcher and Can Opener. Do not take this lightly — I will be selective.
I am three years old, draped in a coat of the finest black velvet, with eyes like molten gold and a stare that can both enchant and silently judge. I am beautiful. This is not up for debate.
My temperament, you ask? I am a woman of taste and standards. I enjoy peace, solitude, and predictable schedules. I do not enjoy being picked up without notice, or any loud nonsense. If you come into my chambers with a feather toy and a little respect, we may get along. If you storm in like a fool with jazz hands and high-pitched squealing, I shall vanish like a shadow at sunrise.
Once I deem you worthy (and you will know — there may be a blink, a slow tail curl, perhaps a regal head tilt), I may grant you the great honor of scratching behind my ears. I might even purr. But remember: I am not your emotional support animal. You are mine.
I dine with grace and expect wet food on occasion. Treats are acceptable when offered with reverence. I occasionally enjoy play, as it is important to maintain one's athleticism, but only when I am in the mood and the toy is stylish.
Preferred Living Arrangements:
My ideal kingdom is quiet and peaceful. I may tolerate other feline nobility if they respect my space. No loud dogs, and no small children — I’ve no time for the chaos of the court. A calm adult or two who understand the value of personal space and admire my elegance from afar until summoned? Perfect.
If you are patient, respectful, and appreciate a queen who knows what she wants (and is absolutely worth it), I may just allow you into my inner circle.
Apply within. Tribute of wet food encouraged.
— HRH Peanut Butter, Ruler of the Villages and All That She Surveys
The AWL is here to find the best match possible between adopters and the animals in our care. Keep in mind that a pet’s personality is way more important, and it’s best to try to find a pet that will fit into your lifestyle.
The AWL is here to find the best match possible between adopters and the animals in our care. Keep in mind that a pet’s personality is way more important, and it’s best to try to find a pet that will fit into your lifestyle.
We are located at 3519 Drance St. in Port Charlotte.
Take exit 167 off I-75 and go towards US-41/Tamiami Trail, drive for about 1½ mile and on the right side, you'll see an yellow sign that says animal shelter, make a right on Drance St. and we are at the end of the road.
We are open 7 days a week from 11am-5pm.
We are located at 3519 Drance St. in Port Charlotte.
Take exit 167 off I-75 and go towards US-41/Tamiami Trail, drive for about 1½ mile and on the right side, you'll see an yellow sign that says animal shelter, make a right on Drance St. and we are at the end of the road.
More about this shelter
The Animal Welfare League is a non-profit organization committed to advocating for animal protection and welfare. We are based in Port Charlotte, Florida. Since 1963 our shelter has served the Charlotte County community by providing a temporary home, medical service and caring attention for many dogs, cats and other animals. These animals come to us as strays, pets given up by their owners, unfortunate animals rescued from abuse and neglect, or simply lost pets in need of being re-united with their families.
The Animal Welfare League is a non-profit organization committed to advocating for animal protection and welfare. We are based in Port Charlotte, Florida. Since 1963 our shelter has served the Charlotte County community by providing a temporary home, medical service and caring attention for many dogs, cats and other animals. These animals come to us as strays, pets given up by their owners, unfortunate animals rescued from abuse and neglect, or simply lost pets in need of being re-united with their families.
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