Ebony

About Ebony

Introducing Ebony—the dark-haired diva who’s here to remind you that black cats aren’t bad luck, but they will ruin your chances of ever owning furniture without cat hair on it. She is a one-woman (one-cat?) show and insists on being the star. Translation: she will not be sharing her humans, snacks, or Netflix queue with other pets. Sharing is for group projects, and we all know how those end. Now, let’s talk affection. Yes, Ebony loves pats. Yes, she’ll even snuggle in bed or curl up on the couch like she’s auditioning for a “Cutest Companions” calendar. But before you start imagining endless cuddles—slow your roll. Ebony operates on a strict “touchy-touchy on my terms” policy. Go in when she’s not in the mood, and you might get a teeny love nip. Nothing dramatic, just a sassy little reminder that consent matters. Kids under 10? Yeah… probably not her jam unless you’re into refereeing. Here’s the kicker: despite her “adult cat” label, Ebony has mentally checked the “kitten forever” box. Hand her a spring toy and she’ll swat it like it owes her money. Fire up a laser pointer and suddenly you’re watching a black blur do her best impression of Usain Bolt on catnip. Zoomies across the hallway? You bet. Random parkour off your couch? Don’t blink. Ebony plays like it’s her full-time job, and she takes no days off. Oh, and did we mention Ebony is basically a Marvel-level superhero? As a kitten, she stared down wet FIP—yep, the big scary one—and thanks to some genius-level vets who caught it early and threw treatment at it like Thor’s hammer, she came out on top. Mic drop. These days she’s healthy, happy, and busy plotting her next spring-toy takedown. The only lingering thing? Sometimes she gets a weepy eye. Don’t panic—she’s not secretly sobbing about her ex or writing sad poetry. She’s just storing up for a sneeze. One quick tissue dab and she’s back to looking like the fabulous villainess of your dreams. Her meow? Oh, it’s so soft you’ll question whether she’s actually making noise or if you’re slowly losing your mind. One second you’re ignoring the faint whisper of a sound, the next you realize she’s been politely requesting snacks for the last five minutes. (She will not forget this injustice, by the way.) So if you’re looking for a sassy roommate who doubles as an Olympic-level athlete, part-time snuggler, and full-time queen of the household—Ebony is your girl. Just remember: she runs this show. You’re basically just the stage crew with opposable thumbs.