Willy

I am nicknamed "Willy", after Vincent Van Gogh's sister, "Wil." I am part of the Group of 40 cats rescued from outside, and named after various artists. I am a beautiful long-haired super fluffy yellow & white female. I look a lot pudgier than I am, just because my coat is so fluffy. I am a very timid girl, and would do well in a home with other cats. I would make an ideal companion cat, as I love playing and being with other cats. I was a lot more outgoing outside, as I loved to hang out with my cousin Rothko. However, since we have been separated (he was outside a lot longer than I was), I became more subdued and timid. However, I am now enjoying myself in my emergency intake area. I am slowly coming out of my shell, and enjoy grooming myself in front of my caregiver and observing the world around me. I love watching my caregiver's cats play together, and am slowly understanding what play time is. When we were outside, we were always in survival mode, and did not have time or the energy to play. I am about 4 years old, and have been spayed, vaccinated, and deemed healthy by the vet. I would do well in a home with a very patient caregiver, who would not expect me to be a lap kitty.

Rothko

Like many of the kitties from the Group of 40, I too was named after an artist. I am a gorgeous white and yellow cat, although it's hard to see at the moment. I used to be as handsome and bushy as Willy, but because I was outside a lot longer, I got quite sick and pretty scrawny. I came inside just the nick of time, as I was pretty sick. I had a bad upper respiratory infection, cuts all across my nose. My tail had a huge gash in it, but luckily the antibiotics helped it heal, and I did not lose my tail. When I went to the bathroom, the urine got tangled in my long thick matts, keeping my bottom permanently wet - even in the sub-zero weather. My bottom and hind legs were such a mess, that they were completely shaved clean, and I now have a bare bottom. (Please do not look if you come to visit me, as I am a little self-conscious about my bare bottom.....) The vet combed out hand-fulls of matts while I went in to get the antibiotics and care that I needed. In fact, the vet probably saved my life. I was really not feeling well, and was pretty exhausted from always being cold, wet and hungry. When my rescuer put some food into a carrier for me, I went in and she closed the door. As soon as the door closed, I lay down in exhaustion, and looked at her saying "what took you so long to help me"? I was rushed to vet for immediate attention, and I am slowly getting better. I have been enjoying the warmth, the regular food, and the rest that I really needed. Sadly, the vet determined that I do have FIV, so I will likely need to be an only cat, or be a companion cat to another FIV+ cat. Other than that, I am healthy now, and I am starting to look like my former handsome self. My coat is looking thicker and cleaner again, and I am regaining energy. I am approximately four years old. I have been neutered and vet checked, and am now ready for a long-term foster home, or to be adopted into a permanent home.

Willy