Nova In Latin, my name means "new". In the language of the Native American Hopi tribe, it means "chaser of butterflies." Since I am hoping for a new start to my life and I do enjoy chasing those wings, this is the right name for me. I am going to be 4-years-old on April 15. I was adopted from the Indianapolis Humane Society about 3 years ago. On March 12, a Westfield Police Officer took me to the HSHC for safekeeping. During my initial medical exam, I was very quiet and nervous. Although I was fearful, I was deemed a healthy girl. I was already spayed and using a litter box. However, the staff noticed I wasn’t eating, and when they checked on me, I was always hiding in my Kitty Kasa and would not interact with them. They tempted me with the picky-eater tilapia with gravy option to see if that appealed to me. No dice. So, on March 24, I was sent to live with a foster family to see if I would relax there. My foster mom (FM) was such a kind person, and she didn’t give up on me when I would hiss and growl the first couple of weeks. By April 9, I was eating more than I had at first. I am fond of having a large litter box, and I use it every time. FM gave me a cozy, fabric mouse-house cat bed, and this is where I go to unwind. If she tries to interact with me while I’m there, I get hissy and spitty! But I have also discovered an intriguing space between a chair and the bed in my foster room. My food bowl is there, and I feel much less tense and grouchy when I hang out there. FM has a shelf in the closet in her room. I am fond of perching there, and I’ve even let FM give me a few pets while I face away from her. She does not mind that I am taking my time becoming comfortable. The interviewer lady (IL) has not met me, and she and FM agree that I need more time in my foster home. They will keep in touch regarding my progress. Wish me luck in feeling brave and confident! 4-11-26