Cleo

Meet Cleo, AKA Her Majesty (self-appointed), an approximately 3-year-old feline with the face of a Victorian governess and the emotional availability of someone who’s been personally wronged by loud noises.

Let’s get one thing out of the way: yes, she has resting b*tch face.

No, she’s not mad at you specifically… probably. That’s just her face. Beneath that permanently unimpressed expression lies a soft, cautious soul who just needs a little time (and maybe a few bribes in the form of treats) to decide you’re worthy of her presence.

She’s a bit timid at first—think “polite house guest who hides when the doorbell rings”—but once she settles in, you’ll start to see glimpses of her true personality: quietly judgmental, occasionally grumpy, but also deeply loyal in her own understated way. She won’t throw herself into your arms, but she will sit near you and slow-blink like she’s granting you a rare audience. That’s basically a hug in her language.

Her hobbies include:

Sitting just out of reach

Silently observing your life choices

Looking absolutely scandalized for no reason

Being low-key adorable when she thinks no one is watching

Ideal home: calm, patient humans who understand that love is earned, not demanded. She’d prefer a quieter environment where she can blossom at her own pace and maintain her carefully curated air of mystery.

If you’re looking for a clingy lap cat, she is not your girl. If you’re looking for a furry roommate who will judge you, grow to trust you, and eventually become your weird little shadow—congratulations, you’ve met your match.

Apply within. She’ll be reviewing applications. Probably harshly.

Cleo is desexed, microchipped, flea and worm treated. She has had one vaccination and will require one more.