Meet Snow

At 17 years old, Snow is the grandma of the café—our softest, sweetest elder with fur like fresh linen and a purr that could lull anyone to sleep. A white domestic shorthair with wise blue eyes and a slightly wobbly gait, Snow has seen many seasons, but she’s never lost her love for a warm lap or a gentle hand.

She’s the old lady of the group, always ready to cuddle up with a child and soak in their quiet joy. While the younger cats play and posture, Snow prefers calm moments: sunbeams on old hardwood, soft voices, and shared silences. Her body may be slowing, but her spirit is pure gold.

To meet Snow is to feel peace. To love her is easy.

Snow is clearly not one of our foster cats. She’s a placeholder for a couple weeks until our cats do check into the catquarium.