The kitty will get the first set of shots and will be dewormed.
Look at this boy — stretched on his side, paw tucked, eyes half-closed, looking up at us with the question "is it dinner yet?" That's him most of the day. His silver coat sits paler than his siblings' — more moonlight than tabby, with just the ghost of rings on his tail giving away his Matilda heritage and the softest hint of an "M" on his brow. We call him our loaf: first to settle, slowest to startle, already accepting belly scratches without flinching. He'll greet you at the door but he won't climb your curtains. Ready to go home around mid-June 2026 (8 weeks), fully socialized with our household routines — vacuum, toddlers, all of it. Comes with his favorite toy, a couple of cans of the food he's used to, and his vet check-up paperwork.