CC has had a rough time, and for quite a while. She and another cat lived, indoors, with a family in a rural, heavily wooded part of El Dorado County, but when their family moved away, these “people” turned their cats outdoors and drove off. CC’s name reflects the Coyote Country where she used to live.

The nearest neighbor, a quarter-mile away, became aware of the two cats living in the woods up the road and started putting out a can of wet food every day. This was a kind gesture but hardly enough to sustain two adult cats. Eventually, CC’s step-sibling succumbed to the elements or, more likely, to a coyote.

The neighbor made contact with Fat Kitty City, who brought CC in; the rescue involved an ice chest and a blanket. CC was in bad shape after three years in the woods, barely more than a pile of bones, with hair matted and covered with ticks. But at the sanctuary she was cleaned up and given her shots. And that’s where I came in.

CC explored my apartment for a minute or so, discovering where the food, water and litterbox are, and then disappeared under the bed. But after about seven hours she emerged and made her way to the patio door, where some jays gave her something to look at.

At first, CC came out from the bedroom only to eat, poop and look out the patio door. But on her first night with me, after I settled into bed, she came up and lay down next to me.

I doubt that CC weighs more than about three pounds; her fluff disguises her frail body. But her appetite is good—she eats canned and dry food indifferently—so I know she’ll fill out.

And today, on Day Three, she settled onto my lap and purred her way to sleep. 

I am convinced that CC remembers her life as a house cat. My job will be to help her feel more and more comfortable and get back to fighting weight. Stay tuned…

CC is not ready for adoption yet, but inquiries should be directed to:

Fat Kitty City
916-939-3418
www.fatkittycity.org