That was Then

This was Chloe at 8 weeks...the first day I adopted her and fell in love with her. It's hard to tell, but she's still wearing her price tag.
Picture's kind of blurry, but she's so cute.











Chloe has snuggly clenched my Valentine's Day present. She was almost 2 years old.











This was Chloe at 10 weeks dreaming of kibble bits and chasing Frank the squirrel, her arch nemesis.












This explains Chloe's love of shoes and feet. My theory was that those suede shoes reminded her much of the animals on the farm, in which she was bred.










Chloe around 9 weeks old stopping for a photo opt. Check out the old kitchen tiles. I was so glad to be rid of them. Food and dirt would settle into the grout like stench on fish.
Her body length barely covered 2 square tiles and you can get a better sense of how small she was if you look at Jae's feet. She was smaller than our cat, Nellie.