Lost our oldest barn kitty, Rosalind Rustled, yesterday, she was about 15 and had been getting rather frail. She was a feral rescue and, like her namesake, knew d*mned well what she wanted - which was not being a house cat. We tried, but she wasn't having any part of it. She preferred being out with her boys.
It will be strange to come home from work and not have her there to greet us and tell us about her day.
She's back with her boys now...
It will be strange to come home from work and not have her there to greet us and tell us about her day.
She's back with her boys now...