Kiwi

My story

🌀 Kiwi – Big Fluff, Bigger Heart Born April 16, 2025 | Aries with Main Character Energy Yo. I’m Kiwi, and yes—I do look like I just left a kitten poetry slam or came from an avant-garde gallery opening. It’s the dramatic gray tabby splashes on my snow-white coat. Very “tiny professor mid-existential monologue,” I know. Just imagine me wearing invisible glasses and maybe a tiny nose ring. 🎨📚 But don’t let the artsy exterior fool you. I’m not pondering the meaning of life—I’m mostly thinking about snacks, snuggles, and crinkle balls. Specifically: my crinkle balls. 💥 Listen, we need to talk about crinkle balls. I’m obsessed. The second I hear that crunchy little sound? I go full goblin mode. I pounce. I sprint. I zoom like I’ve been launched out of a kitten cannon, letting out my signature soft and growly meow-meow-meoooow the whole way. And if one of my siblings dares to try and take my crinkle ball? Oh no. That is Kiwi's treasure, and I will let the entire neighborhood know. 😤 I mean well, I promise—I'm just extremely passionate. (Some kittens have blankies. I have crinkle balls. We all cope differently.) Also, I’ve got a cute little bald spot near the end of my tail— no biggie, just a little (fully healed) reminder of the scrappy babyhood on the streets I was thankfully rescued from. It may or may not grow its fluff back, but honestly? It just makes me more iconic. Like a tiny, fuzzy war hero. Anyway, I might be the (slightly) biggest of my litter, but I’m basically all marshmallow inside (I mean, aside from my delightful crinkle ball obsession). My signature wrestling move? Flop dramatically on my back and wave my paws around like a furry sea anemone until someone pounces on me. I’m not here for victory — I’m here for the vibes. 🎭 I’ve got opinions (many), and I will announce them with great flair. Whether it’s food preferences (still evolving), litter (pine only, please), or how I prefer to be carried (with royal ceremony, obviously), I will let you know. And when I’m done with my announcements? I’m climbing into your lap and gazing into your soul like a tiny therapy wizard. You’ve been warned. 💗 I’m litter box trained, an elite-level cuddler, and 100% ready to come home with you today through the Foster-to-Adopt program. Yep! I'm not quite old enough to be neutered yet, but you can still take home all this fluff and personality right now (and then we'll make it official later after my big vet visit). Also? Let’s talk about my siblings: Lilikoi (my acrobatic partner-in-chaos) and Guava (our resident philosopher-poet). I love them dearly and would really love to be adopted with one (or both!) of them. More kittens = more fun, more snuggles, and fewer solo zoomies at 3 a.m. Facts. Indeed, it is long-held and well-known kitty wisdom that more kittens are simply better, and here's the kitten multiplier logic to back it up: 🐾 We'll keep each other company, tire each other out, and grow up well-socialized. 🐾 One kitten is cute. Two is a sitcom. Three? That’s an epic trilogy. 🐾 We’ll entertain each other—and love you even more for giving us a lifelong bestie (or two). 🐾 Also: nap piles. Glorious, adorable nap piles. So anyway, remember, if you’re looking for a kitten with a big personality, a bigger heart, strong opinions about crinkle balls, and an adorable little battle scar— I’m your Kiwi. 🎭 I’m basically a wise old wizard disguised as a marshmallow who wants to be held like a baby. (With a dash of drama and a crinkle ball fetish thrown in.) Sound like your vibe? Let’s do this.

If you have any questions or would like to adopt Kiwi, please reach out to the adoption group directly. PetSmart Charities does not facilitate the adoption process. Thank you.