The other day, while mindlessly scrolling through the Facebook 'What's Happening in Camden' page, I came upon a picture of a cat up for adoption. Her little face made me stop, and then I saw her name: Rosita.
That was all ... I went home, showed Carlos the photo, said I'd like to see her, and we went to see her and now she's ours. She's a bit younger than we wanted, but the bitch has had a life. She was abandoned at a local motel where some of the longer-term residents fed her. But then she got knocked up and some of the residents took the kittens for their own and Rosita was left behind. Our local Humane Society picked her up and a week later a couple of queens saw her photo and she got a new home.
She's settling in nicely; she's very affectionate, though doesn't like being picked up. And she's a jumper, so we're back to schooling felines on countertop etiquette--stay OFF the counters. She and Consuelo are kind of steering clear of one another right now, though every day they come into closer contact. Of course, that led to a smack from one to the other; I don't know who started it because I just heard the hiss and the two running in opposite directions. But they ate breakfast side-by-side, and without a restraining order so ....
After losing MaxGoldberg and Tuxedo within a half-year of one another, we knew we wanted another cat, if not for us for Consuelo, and so we were lucky enough to find her. She has met Ozzo, too, but his old age, bad eyesight and hearing, means he doesn't really know her, but he' sniffed her and went back to sleep.
We have Rosita.