Who knows how long I’ve been fending for myself? By the looks of me, it’s been quite a while ‘cause I was starving when I arrived and you can feel every bone in my body. Although I have a microchip, it traced way back to 2013 to people from California, so how I got here is anyone’s guess. They’re taking super good care of me now though, and you can bet I never refuse a meal! I’m declawed, about 16 years old (so have vet care support for life), and I’m resting up and working on getting back into lap sitting shape. If you’ve got a soft spot for survivors, I sure hope we can meet!