When we first showed up to our foster home (at only a day old) heaped in a pile atop our momma, we reminded our caregivers of teeny tiny black & white baby cows – so our Mom was aptly named Mabel and my brothers, sisters and I were all named like we were one of a herd.

My name is Clarabelle and my foster fam has deemed me the easiest to get along with – sweet, sweet, sweet and so relaxed, I’ll snuggle anyone, anywhere! Pick me up and cradle me … you’ll see, I’m the one you want to take home. I’m so content that I like to sleep sprawled out – arms stretched way out in front of me. Check out the spooky unique marking on the back of my hind leg, it’s ironic though – because unlike that scary movie, I’m the opposite of a scream!