She was found in the trash—small, silent, and heartbreakingly alone. But Monday didn’t let the world harden her. She held on. She stayed soft.
Now, at six months old, she’s a gentle soul with eyes full of quiet hope. She leans into love like she’s been waiting for it her whole life. She purrs when you whisper. She melts when you hold her. She’s still learning that food comes regularly and hands can be kind—but every day, she grows braver.
Monday is ready for a home that sees her not as broken, but as brave. A home that will never throw her away. A home that will love her on Mondays—and every day after.