Cleo's first night in her last forever home.
In October 2015 we welcomed little Cleo into our home and is now apart of our family. As far as we know, she was outside in the stormy nights and the scorching heat for as least 5 months we no one to care and nurture her. If only I knew she was a stray sooner I would've taken her in a long time ago, but I always thought she was someone else's baby. As soon as we realised she had no one caring for her, we took her off the streets had her vaccinated, wormed, microchipped and tested for FIV (which came out negative) and now we give her constant love and attention. She was a very strong girl, she was severely under weight only weighing about 2.5kgs. The Vet estimated she was about 9-10 years old however it was hard to determine since she was missing most of her teeth. She suffer from constipation and would cry every night for the first few weeks after going to the toilet at 4 am for someone to come to her and help her. But there was not much we could do until she gained weight. She had to sleep in the living room locked away because she would constantly poop and pee right next to our heads while we were sleeping. She did this to tell us something was wrong but until she recovered her physical health we could only comfort her with love and lots of scratchies.
Cleo in her pillow fort.
For the first 2 weeks I had to syringe feed her 5-6 times a day to increase her weight, she was a very good girl and was very patient when it came to feeding time, she didn't fight me and anytime. The same night we brought her home, Rob made a pillow fort for her and she found comfort and protection in her fort. It made me so happy to know she could feel safe in her little area, so I would put toys and comfy fleece blankies there for her to make her as comfortable as possible. She was a very frightened kitty, she would not be out in the open unless we were sitting down or laying on the floor to her height. However, she did absolutely love getting the attention and love we offered her. It took her 5 months for her to realise that she would fed twice a day, everyday. I got up one morning and saw her waiting by her bowl waiting to be fed, I almost burst into tears I was that proud of my little baby. It was a big step towards her recovery. Before then, she would get breakfast in bed (lucky girl) or on the good days we would have to take her to her bowl and hold her there or else she would run away in fear and wait for later when no one was around.
Cleo enjoying her scratchies :)
Cleo in April 2017, at her finest! <3
