Kitty Rescue in the Works!

Meet Rosie.  She is a 2 year old Maine Coon cat that is in a foster home in Fayetteville.  The organization that rescued her, requires you to fill out a rather extensive application and submit it for their approval.  I think that's pretty cool.....unless I'm not approved, of course!  LOL  I should know later today.  Hopefully their information online is current and she is still available!  If not, I will continue the search as 'my kitty' is out there somewhere :)

I was hoping to find a male, but she looks so sweet!  I will be changing her name, if I get her!  Rosie simply won't do.....although it does seem to suit her, from her photo.  It's one of those things....like when we got Susie, our 1st horse.  Chuck's ex-wife is named Sue, so I was all about changing her name (yeah, after 42 years I still didn't want a horse named Sue!  LOL) but, heck, Susie was 16 years old at the time and who am I to up and change her name?  It does suit her, so she is still Susie.

My first Maine Coon cat was a male that I had rescued from the animal shelter in Fairbanks.  He was about 10 months old when I got him and he had been named Mittens.  I kept the name, but it always seemed silly.  He became this 20 lb totally macho, great hunter kitty and had such a wimpy name!  What an awesome cat he was tho'.  Great hunter by day and a great cuddle kitty by night.  And he was EVER so smart!  Chuck used to pick on him a lot and one day, Mittens  had finally had enough.  On this particular day, Chuck was outside doing yard work and happened to spot Mittens in one of my empty flower tubs.  He was digging away and had just honkered down to take a little kitty dump for himself, when Chuck snuck up behind him with a shovel and banged it down on the ground behind him!  Mittens flew off that flower pot like a shot!!  Chuck got such a big laugh out of that.  BUT......come bed time, Mittens and I were laughing louder.  I went in that night to get ready for bed and couldn't believe my eyes.  I called Chuck to come in the bedroom as there was a present for him.  What he found was a nice big pile of cat poop, right in the middle of HIS pillow!!!  Can you believe it?!?!?!  I literally rolled on the floor laughing!!  AND.....Chuck never messed with Mittens again.  Hee hee.

On another positive note for the day, my change in dosage on my meds is definitely a good thing!  What a difference in the way I feel and my attitude in general.  Now if I could just do something about the back and leg pain.  At least it seems to be "only" nerves and muscles and rarely as bad as it was pre-surgery, but at least once or twice a week I would KILL for a Vicodin!  Oh, well.  I must simply deal with it and smile, damn it!  Weeeeeeeeeee...........