This is Darby, our #3 cat. We got her from the pound in North Hollywood. She was about 2 years old at the time. The pound sent her to a crappy vet to be spayed and she got an infection. She was so sick after we picked her up, the one time she got out of the cat bed was to piddle in the corner, after which she promptly fell over. We had to take her to our regular vet and they kept her over the weekend and fixed her right up. But she was so mean when we brought her back home we almost took her back to the pound. She hissed and clawed and bit - she had no idea what "play" meant. We gave her 4 weeks to adjust and she finally came around. Not that she still isn't the meanest little kitty. She's just not always mean. You can't tell from this pic, but she has spots - we think she's a specially bred cat who either got out or wasn't perfect. In our world, Darby is Russian and has dreams of organizing the other animals into a communist utopia. Either that or putting them up against the wall. Could go either way. She seems to like the dog, but only because the dog is big and strong and stupid, which may be useful in the new regime.
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