Owl My name is Owl, but my foster mom thinks I am royalty with my luxurious black fur and my wonderful demeanor, and she has been calling me Princess Owl. I came to the shelter as a 7-month old stray kitten on Halloween, ironic for a black cat, huh? My story was that I had been caring for myself on the streets for at least two months before some nice humans brought me to the Humane Society for Hamilton County. As you can imagine, with such an abrupt change, I found the shelter`s atmosphere terrifying. I never came out of my Kitty Kasa when people were around. I would not even come out for the nice people who brought me daily room service. After being overlooked by adopters for two months at the shelter, I worried I would spend the rest of my kittenhood in my Kasa (I am now 9-months old). But my life changed when my foster mom took me home for a break. In just a few short days, I began living like a beloved feline (and I like it). I love playing with wand toys and chasing ping-pong balls. I have this cool game where I hide the balls when my foster mom is out. I am convinced that she loves looking for them when she returns. I love being petted and enthusiastically arch my back in response. I believe that humans have two hands so they can pet me with both at once. I have a loud purr and am an expert at making biscuits. When I am frightened, I will release a quiet hiss, but I am all talk and still learning to trust. I am a perfect houseguest, using my litterbox flawlessly and never trying to bite or scratch (even when uncertain or frightened). Shoot, one of the resident cats even grabbed my tail under the closed door and would not let go. I didn’t even flinch or tell him to stop pulling my tail. I do like chatting with him through the door, and I believe I am interested in the company of other cats. Now, can we talk about how embarrassed I am by my first pictures on the adoption website? I asked my foster mom to send along some photos of me enjoying life in a home setting. I think these better reflect my personality. Well, that’s my story for now. If you’re interested in giving me a forever home where I can keep building my trust in humans, please reach out—Princess Owl would love to make your castle complete. Purrs and Biscuits, ‘Princess’ Owl 1-9-26
Owl My name is Owl, but my foster mom thinks I am royalty with my luxurious black fur and my wonderful demeanor, and she has been calling me Princess Owl. I came to the shelter as a 7-month old stray kitten on Halloween, ironic for a black cat, huh? My story was that I had been caring for myself on the streets for at least two months before some nice humans brought me to the Humane Society for Hamilton County. As you can imagine, with such an abrupt change, I found the shelter`s atmosphere terrifying. I never came out of my Kitty Kasa when people were around. I would not even come out for the nice people who brought me daily room service. After being overlooked by adopters for two months at the shelter, I worried I would spend the rest of my kittenhood in my Kasa (I am now 9-months old). But my life changed when my foster mom took me home for a break. In just a few short days, I began living like a beloved feline (and I like it). I love playing with wand toys and chasing ping-pong balls. I have this cool game where I hide the balls when my foster mom is out. I am convinced that she loves looking for them when she returns. I love being petted and enthusiastically arch my back in response. I believe that humans have two hands so they can pet me with both at once. I have a loud purr and am an expert at making biscuits. When I am frightened, I will release a quiet hiss, but I am all talk and still learning to trust. I am a perfect houseguest, using my litterbox flawlessly and never trying to bite or scratch (even when uncertain or frightened). Shoot, one of the resident cats even grabbed my tail under the closed door and would not let go. I didn’t even flinch or tell him to stop pulling my tail. I do like chatting with him through the door, and I believe I am interested in the company of other cats. Now, can we talk about how embarrassed I am by my first pictures on the adoption website? I asked my foster mom to send along some photos of me enjoying life in a home setting. I think these better reflect my personality. Well, that’s my story for now. If you’re interested in giving me a forever home where I can keep building my trust in humans, please reach out—Princess Owl would love to make your castle complete. Purrs and Biscuits, ‘Princess’ Owl 1-9-26
With an open admission policy, a No-Kill philosophy, and more than 3,100 animals crossing our threshold each year, we have still maintained a 98% placement rate over the last 3 years.
This is an amazing feat for any organization…let alone one that takes in some of the most abused, injured and seriously ill animals imaginable.
With an open admission policy, a No-Kill philosophy, and more than 3,100 animals crossing our threshold each year, we have still maintained a 98% placement rate over the last 3 years.
This is an amazing feat for any organization…let alone one that takes in some of the most abused, injured and seriously ill animals imaginable.
Other pets at this
shelter
We'll also keep you updated on PeeWee (in Foster)'s adoption status with email updates.
