My mom rescued her from her neighborhood, Swift was the runt of the litter and wasn’t doing well. I was just supposed to cat-sit for a few days…and then she never left. She is named about my Taylor Swift obsession!

  

She went from fragile to fierce. She’s tough, loyal (on her terms), and always knows when I need a little love, even if it comes with claws. She may have started as the underdog (undercat?), but now she’s the main character. Swift is proof that even the tiniest souls can take up the biggest space in your heart.

She’s part cat, part shadow. Swift moves like a ghost, suddenly there, then gone. She loves to sit on the one item you’re actively trying to use (especially laptops and laundry). Also, her side-eye game is Olympic-level.