More about Samuel

Hi. My name is Samuel. I don’t know what it feels like to belong to someone, and I am starting to lose hope. I have been waiting an entire year to be noticed by someone. By anyone.Before I came to the adoption center, I lived outside. I was a stray — the kind of cat people pass without noticing. The kind of cat people hope just goes away. Then one day, someone rescued me, and everyone said, “Now your real life will start.” I believed them. I thought it would only be a little while before someone saw me… really saw me… and said, “That one. That’s my boy.” But it’s been over a year now. And I’m still here. Still waiting for my turn. And I am losing hope.. Every day, the door opens and people walk in. I sit very still when they pass by. I try to be brave, but I’m shy, and my heart beats so fast it feels like it might run away without me. The louder cats step forward first. The confident ones press up against them and meow and show off. Those cats are wonderful, truly — and I’m happy for them when they leave. I always am. I even welcome each new cat who arrives, because I know how scary it feels at first. I nuzzle them and show them where the sunny spots are. I want them to feel safe. They always get adopted. And I am always left behind. I dream about a window of my own. One where I can sit for hours watching birds and clouds and leaves dancing in the wind. It’s one of my favorite things to do at the adoption center. I dream about the red dot from a laser toy flickering across the floor and someone laughing as I chase it. I dream about treats that don’t come from a schedule, but from love. Maybe I’m the kind of cat people don’t choose. Maybe I’m the one they pass by because I’m not bold enough, not loud enough, not brave enough right away. I try not to think that, but sometimes, when the lights go out and it’s quiet and everyone else is asleep, I curl up small and ask myself:What if nobody ever comes for me? What if it will never be my turn?If you’re reading this… maybe you’re the one. Maybe you’re the person who understands that shy doesn’t mean unloving. That quiet doesn’t mean empty. That sometimes the softest hearts are the ones who love the deepest.Please choose me. I promise to be a good boy. I don’t want to be alone anymoreSamuel has been at our adoption center in Long Island City for over a year. Still waiting, still hoping to be noticed. He is a bit shy, so he is easily overlooked, but he is so sweet and deserving of a forever home. Do you have room in your home and heart for Samuel?