Meet Mellow Monty at The Cat Cafe

Hi there. I'm Alexander. I was living in a home where there were too many cats, and none of us were getting fixed. As you can guess, that meant the population of us felines exploded. As the people in the cat room like to say, without the cats being fixed, the 12 cats in the cat room would quickly become 20. Fortunately for us, The Rescue House was able to come in and take care of things. All of us got the care we needed in order to get a chance to thrive, and that includes getting fixed. For me, it meant I became a special cat. I'm cat number 20,000 for The Rescue House. They're setting a goal of raising $20K by the end of the year on my behalf. Please visit rescuehouse.org to donate and let them know you're doing it in my name.  Thanks for supporting The Rescue House. They saved me!

If you're looking for a cat who likes to talk, I'm your boy. That's right. I'm a boy even though I have a name that sure sounds like a girl's name. I demand pets from people who come in to interact with us cats. And when I'm not doing that, you can get me to play by using a wand toy like the people in the cat room tell you. Another thing I like? My sister Smudge. She and I like to snuggle together and hang out with each other when we're not playing. And sometimes, our favorite toy is each other.  Come see if I'm the right guy for you and be sure to make room for my sister.

My mother was found outside very pregnant with me and my brother Purrl. We ended up being raised in a foster home for The Rescue House. After we were weaned, we came to The Cat Cafe to find a home.  I'm the more demonstrative of us two sibling. Flick the wand toy towards me and pull it away and I'll attack it for you. I also love to sit next to people whose company I enjoy so that I can receive pets. And I'll purr when the pets make me extra happy. I need to go to a place where there's another active and playful cat, and my brother Purrl would be the perfect one to go with me.

I'm a lot more cautious about interacting with people than by mother Brandi and my already adopted brother Charlie. But give me time, and I'll become a good friend of yours. You'll have to be patient with me. I take a while to learn to trust. And I'm more likely to do it when my mother Brandi is around, which is why we have to go home together. But patience will pay off because when I finally do trust you, I get that purr motor going.

I may not have a braided chain made of finest silver from the north of Spain, but I'm definitely a fine girl. Unlike the girl in the song, I had a tough start to my life. I lived with someone who was barely able to care for herself, and she knew she had to give me up when I got pregnant and gave birth to a stillborn kitten. Some of the rest of them didn't make it, but thanks to The Rescue House, some of them did. Now that my kittens are ready to live their own life, I'm ready for a happy life on my own. As you'd suspect from a cat that lived outside, I love playing with mouse toys. After all, it's how I got to eat! Now I'm inside, I like to observe what's happening around the home when I play with them and love hearing about how cute it is.  Come visit me and see if you decide I'm a fine enough girl for you to want to take me home.

Howdy, everyone. I've hunkered down here at The Cat Cafe for a long time. I've become friends with all of the cats who have been here since I arrived in the spring as well as the people. But I'd love to find a home of my own.  Give me that home, where there's another active and playful cat, and I will quickly become friends with them. Every single cat I've interacted with becomes friends with me. I'm enjoying my time here, but I'd sure like to stroll onto a bed in a home of my own.

I was here for a while but when I went to get a dental, the doctors discovered that my teeth needed more work than they thought initially. I went back to a foster home to recover, and when that happened, I came back to the clowder. It didn't take much time for me to start getting back to my active ways. You can see I've scaled the eight foot palm here and I'm looking for the toy that lured me to the top to come back so I can attack it.  My ears will always be too big for my head and my tail will be too long for my body. I think it's cute. How about you?

I was fighting for survival as a pregnant cat in Tijuana. Someone saw me, and got help so that I could cross the border and give birth to my kittens in a place where we could all thrive. After raising my kittens, I joined the clowder here at The Cat Cafe.  My time living outside and making sure I could keep the kittens in my womb safe means that I take a while to shed my caution. But when I do, I'll give you head bonks if you stretch your hand out. And my cute little meow is a sign I'm happy with you. Take the time to get to know me and maybe I'll sail into your heart and your home.

Cats like me are known for our incredible reflexes. We make even the fastest humans look slow. And those reflexes were required for me to survive living near a freeway. When kind people came to take care of a colony and get us fixed, they noticed how much I like people. They decided to give me a chance at a much less dangerous life inside.  Don't get me wrong. I still like to stalk and "kill" toys and show you how fast I am. But it's a lot safer doing it here. Get me going, and you might see me scale the eight foot tall palm or hop up onto another high spot where I can observe things. I'd like to write the last chapter in my story from highway to home. Maybe you can help me?