It has been seven years since we said goodbye to Rocky, who was a great cat. As you can tell by the elapsed time, as much as we loved Rocky, we weren't in the market for another cat.
But there was a cat in need. One of Shauna's senior residents had an old, fat cat that she could no longer care for. Since people don't exactly queue for adopting 15 year old, fat cats, we decided that we had to open our house.
She's sweet and gentle.
And very fat. I have never seen such a fat cat. Waddling about is a chore for her, but somewhat surprisingly, she has managed the stairs. Carefully and clumsily, but she manages.
|One very round cat.|
When we see her drink water, she is doing it in the Roman way -- lying at the table, so to speak.
They did send her bed to us, and we put it by the patio door. After a day, she found it and likes it there. She will even haul her body downstairs to avail herself of it.
When we're watching tv, I haul her up to my lap, for she can't get there on her own, and we have a good cuddle.
I don't know how long she has spent in one room in the seniors residence, but we hope that a larger place with stairs will improve her health. However long this old cat might be with us, we hope for happy, sunny days for her.
She is named, Bella, but I'm not sure that will fly around this house where animals tend to assume various names as the whim warrants. So far, Miss Arbuckle is getting some play.