My goddaughter and I found her at the Castaic Animal Shelter yesterday. I named her Chloe after a black Belgian Malnois dog we had when I was a kid.
She's 8 years old, full of mats and nothing but bones underneath all that hair. Her hair is so matted that we may have to shave her; I'm taking her to the vet tomorrow for a check up and to see what they think. I'm hoping that her teeth aren't a mess.
There isn't much backstory that we know of; someone surrendered her, but they had only had her for 3 weeks. Apparently she had showed up at their home as a stray. So the poor thing has been through the ringer. She was so depressed at the shelter that we had to coax her to even lift her head. But once I saw her eyes and how she responded to me, I knew I was taking her home.
So far she's stayed in my closet and she only comes out to eat. But at least she's eating - a lot. And now, 24 hours later, she comes right out of the closet when I call her name. It's baby steps, but it's progress.
Annie was very excited to see her, but Chloe hissed at her and I think it kind of freaked Annie out. But Annie has always been respectful of cats, so I'm hoping that they'll eventually get along.
No animal can replace Xena, but Annie seemed to be quite lonely and depressed over the last few weeks. I don't want to get another dog, but I believe a cat is a nice addition. And there's no way that she's going to be an outdoor cat.
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