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Cubby

❄️ The Gentle Soul Who Didn’t Belong in the Cold ❄️

Cubby wasn’t built for the life he was left in. When rescuers first spotted him at the edge of a feral colony, he looked almost out of place — a soft, bewildered boy sitting in the snow, trying his best to blend in with cats who had long learned to survive without people. He stuck out like a sore thumb, not just because of his friendly nature, but because he kept watching every human who passed with quiet hope, as if waiting for someone he still believed might come back for him.

The colony cats kept their distance, but Cubby didn’t. Even with the wind cutting through his thin coat and the cold settling into his bones, he stepped forward with a tiny, trembling purr, grateful for any scrap of kindness. It was clear he hadn’t grown up feral — he leaned into hands, pressed his head into palms, and soaked up warmth like he’d been starved for it. Someone had dumped him there, and he had no idea how to survive on his own.

At three years old, Cubby carries a sweetness that feels almost fragile — the kind of gentleness that makes you want to wrap him in blankets and promise him he’ll never be cold or confused or left behind again. He’s affectionate in that soft, earnest way that only cats who’ve known loss can be. Every cuddle feels like a thank-you, every purr like a sigh of relief.

Now safe, Cubby is blooming into the cat he was always meant to be: warm, trusting, tender, and endlessly grateful. He’s ready for a home where he’ll never again have to pretend he belongs in the cold, a home where someone will finally choose him and keep choosing him for the rest of his life.