Wembley, the only boy from his litter.
A literal bouncing boy who treats beds like trampolines and ribbons like prey.
Wembley plays hard, jumps high, and gets so caught up in the moment you'll need to play it safe, but he's gentle at heart. He crashes in a warm sunbeam for ten minutes, then it's gremlin mode again. No known limit to his energy has been found yet. Wants a window seat, a chase partner, and zero boredom. Loves playing in the empty bathtub with toys. For hours.
His mom is his favorite toy and his best friend. He is a very high energy cat who loves to jump very very high. He loves to climb to the tops of cat trees. He literally pounces about the room when playing, caring very little about where he lands.
When he’s finally burned his energy off, he finds his mom, Cleo, and asks for a bath until he falls asleep, to which she happily agrees. He loves to stretch out his long legs, which is pretty cute when you see it.