||[Apr. 5th, 2012|05:21 am]
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When I first got Roswell she was a feral stray kitten whose eyes were swollen shut from an infection. She hissed & spit and hated people. After her eyes were treated I had to chase her down twice a day, throw a towel over her, wrap her up like a burrito and pet her for 30 minutes. After about four days of this she decided that she liked it.
Roswell trying to decide if this belly rub is unpleasant or not.
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Is it Roswell's anniversary with you? How long has she been with you now? I have a soft spot for tuxedos, my first cat Spitfire was one and Calamity (Calamity Bitch) you know was one too. Roswell ended up to be such an awesome cat, which goes to show you don't find the perfect pet, the perfect pet always finds you.
I think roswell's almost six now.
I think I'll call him, "Mini Me."
She was so damn tiny then. By the time we had met her, she had swelled to her current glory.
They all grow up too fast. Kali was the same way and sent me to the ER her first day home. The towel didn't fair well either. Time passed and she and her sister are curled up under the bed covers at night.
Such a sweet picture (and a sweeter story still). Thanks for making her world a place worth living in.
Roswell's story is one of intense bonding and love. It is a wonderful tale, and I thank you for sharing it with us as the years pass.
thanks for reading it all these years :)
Oh my gosh, what a cute little baby! Looks almost exactly like my Tommy when we first adopted him.
Kitten!! She was so tiny!!
All I can say: Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!
*is ded from cute* And today, Roswell is a spoiled rotten attention sponge living happy ever after. *G*
"And I will name my Daddy... Pincushion!"