Hi, I'm Yoda. I was found by a dumpster at Piraeus port by two women who had just come off a yacht. I was with my brother Simba. We were six weeks old and completely on our own, and then we weren't, and now we're here, which is considerably better than where we started.

 

About Simba: we would like to be rehomed together. I know, I know — two kittens. But I promise we are worth it. He is my brother and my favourite person to curl up with at the end of a long day of doing kitten things, and the idea of being somewhere without him is not something either of us is interested in entertaining.

Health-wise I am perfectly fine.

 

My personality, honestly, depends on what time of day you catch me. In active mode I am a force — chasing balls, batting toys, running laps, and occasionally slapping Simba, which he deserves. I explore new places quickly and confidently, I seek out humans when I'm in a playful mood, and I have a great deal of energy that I deploy enthusiastically and without warning.

 

And then I get tired. And when I get tired I become an entirely different cat — soft, still, purring at a volume that surprises people given my size, and looking for the nearest lap or the warmest spot next to Simba to sleep in. I can go from chaos to cuddle in about four minutes. It is one of my best qualities.

 

I am mostly quiet — I meow sometimes when I'm hungry and that's about it. I love being petted anywhere, I'm friendly with everyone, and I think I'd be fine with children who are kind and gentle.

 

I was found at a port with my brother, and I'd like to stay with him wherever we end up next. In return I offer you: loud purring, enthusiastic play, the occasional lap nap, and a small warm presence that will make your home feel fuller than it did before I arrived.