I’m Chubby, and was a happy innie/outie living with my Dad in rural New England. I’ve been on insulin for some years because my Dad decided I was diabetic. Dad never took me to a vet, but I was OK until Dad got hurt and couldn’t give me food or insulin anymore. Our neighbor lady helped when she could, but not every day and she was going to be gone all summer.
|I'm Chubby, and my name suits me.|
A lady a thousand miles away told DCIN she would be my Mom. A DCIN friend a couple hours away came to take me to a local vet. The vet said I was healthy and my blood sugar was high. That lady came back for me so she could be my foster Mom for awhile. I was sad to leave my Dad but excited to meet my new Mom.
|I have slimmed down some.|
DCIN flew me to my new Mom. My foster Mom was sad to see me go; she said I was an excellent boy. I never showed any upset about having new experiences although I would have liked some outside time.
My new Mom has other diabetic kitties and wonderful inside and outside places for kitties. We go into the backyard enclosure through a door from the garage. I need some help with that because I’m still a bit chubby for the opening.
|I'm Chubby and he's Piggy.|
DCIN helps diabetic cats whose owners are unable or unwilling to provide the necessary care—or who have abandoned them altogether—by finding them loving homes. They are proud of their many success stories, including mine!