Rosey is a big beautiful all black probably 3 years old (including whiskers) cat. The only white you can see right now is where they shaved her tummy and found that she had already been spayed. Picked up by our Animal Society as a stray and taken to the "Cat Pounce Cafe" after being checked and chipped etc. My very first cat was a big (20lb) black male cat, though he came to me as a teeny 6 week old kitten. I'm partial to black cats. I had to ask about a black cat, mostly out of curiosity. The caregiver (worker, attendant ?) found her hiding in a cabinet behind a litter box and brought her to me. Shy but let me pet her for a while, but then returned to her hiding place. Came out a few times, but clearly was scared. So I did what you aren't supposed to do. You are suppose to adopt the friendliest, friskiest, happiest animal. I said "I'll adopt her" and I did. Her official name is The Black Rose, from a historical novel by Thomas B. Costain, made into a pretty bad movie in the 1950's or 60's. Rosey is what we call her.
Not sure what happened to her. Either lost or abandoned. Something not good, I think, because she literally gets terrified when startled. I have theories but they are pretty much made up stories.
We've made a lot of progress since that first day which she spent under the cedar chest in my bedroom. Tight squeeze. It took a while, but with the help of a flashlight and a lot of time looking, I found er. During the night she moved into what is now called Rosey's room (used to be called either the computer room or the office) and spent most of her time in a corner hiding behind a couch.
We've made a lot of progress, but she almost never comes out of this room other than to cross the hallway to the bathroom where one of the litter boxes is. After a week, she let me carry her to the living room where she'd sit with me for a few hours on the couch. Then we had our first vet visit. Took 2 days to forgive me so we took several steps back. Including a few hours under the cedar chest right after the visit. She did discover in the first living room visits that I had a plate with some treats next to an end table. She hasn't forgotten that since every morning the treats that I put out the night before are always gone in the morning. Like Santa and his cookies?
With lots of patience and love we'll get there, though I think I may be the only one who ever really sees her except for others getting a peek or two. In another week or two we'll start the trips into the living room. So she kept me pretty occupied during our unwarranted suspension. Not able to get much stitching done for now, but I'm pretty sure that is going to get started up again soon.
So here are the rest of the photos. And excuse me for being so wordy. I can't help it, I guess.
on the window sill
Rosey and I both thank you for looking!
Carole
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