Chartreux kittens & cats in Fishers, Indiana

Hi, I’m Scooby! I can be a little timid when I first meet new people, but I promise there’s a sweet kitty underneath my shy exterior. New sights, sounds, and situations can make me a bit cautious, so I like to take my time getting comfortable and figuring things out. Once I know I’m safe, my personality starts to shine. I enjoy gentle attention, cozy places to relax, and spending quiet time with the people I trust. I may not be the boldest cat in the room, but I make up for it with my loving heart and loyal companionship. Watching me come out of my shell and gain confidence is one of the most rewarding things about getting to know me. I’m looking for a patient family who will let me settle in at my own pace and show me that the world isn’t such a scary place after all. In return, I’ll be a wonderful friend who will fill your home with quiet love and sweet moments. If you have a little patience and a lot of kindness, I think we could be the perfect match.

BlueMy foster mom (FM) asked the interviewer lady (IL) to give you a little heads-up about my progress with her. To recap: my owner surrendered me in June 2024 after only 6 weeks with her. I was adopted in September 2024, but surrendered again in January 2026. It really takes a toll on a girl when you are passed around several times. I am now 8-years and 10-months old. Being back at the HSHC was quite a shock. My previous home had resident cats who were totally overwhelming and stressful to live with. Sharing litter boxes, food bowls, and water dishes was hard to bear. Whenever I saw them, I would yowl, cry, and sometimes even soil myself. For two months—which I called Heavenly—I lived separately from those cats. My stress level went away. I was feeling 100% happy. Checking into HSHC again has caused my stress and anxiety to accelerate. The shelter decided I needed to go to a foster home to “de-stress,” relax, and become a happy cat again. On February 11, I moved in with my foster mom (FM). The first fifty hours were terrifying. I lost my appetite. However, I began to get comfortable living in a bathroom and sleeping in my familiar cat carrier. It holds blankets with my scent. I have a window to watch the backyard and a litterbox just for me. I use it without problems. Gradually, instead of yowling, I began making high-pitched, little mew-sounds. FM is pleased to hear me purring and meowing for attention. I am quite the little chatterbox now and enjoy hearing well-deserved compliments on my behavior. I am now relishing my time spent sunbathing next to FM’s bed and under her nightstand. FM wants you to know that I do not like hands coming at me over my head. Directly in front of my face or below my chin are my preferred approaches. FM says I continue to “have my boundaries,” but I’m a polite lady and never use my claws enforcing them. FM thinks I might be okay with another cat or dog. That potential 4-legged sibling must be calm and allow me a peaceful space. I feel strongly that living with kids would be a solid “no thank you.” FM and IL agree that it is still early days, and I need more time in my foster home. But since I am making steady progress, perhaps the public would enjoy hearing my story. If you are interested in adopting me, the HSHC can make the arrangements. 5-14-26