Thursday, March 05, 2020
This is Roxy, the cat. Not my cat - but don't tell her that! As I type she's stretched out on the arm of the couch beside me but she'd MUCH rather be on my lap!
Now you may wonder why I said that she isn't my cat - she originally belonged to our daughter who decided that she needed to have her own pet after we had to euthanize Tasha, our Alaskan Malamute who'd been our beloved family pet for 12 and a half years. She called her Roxy because she thought she looked like a "Roxy" - a cat with attitude! That was almost 15 years ago when she was a college student on a tight budget. A few years later, when her marriage broke up, she moved home - with Roxy of course. Hubby wasn't happy about having the cat here - she wasn't going to stay - he declared firmly. Our daughter moved to the city about a year later and halfway across the country several months later. Guess who didn't go with her?
Roxy is a grey tortoiseshell cat. I don't know if it's common to the breed, but she is not a friendly cat. In fact even our daughter couldn't get close to her after living away for so long. until they spent a couple of weekends here while we were away late last summer. Our long time cat sitter felt that she was starting to make progress when they could come in the house and the cat no longer hissed at her! Most of the time, those who care for her when we are away rarely see her.
Roxy lived here for about two weeks before she started to warm up to me and eventually crawled in my lap and somehow co-existed with whatever knitting project I had on the go. Now I'm sure that's one of her favourite places to be but these days it's a bit harder to co-exist with my laptop but she is persistent!
She's become a rather spoiled cat (aren't they all) who thinks she should be the centre of attention as soon as we get up in the morning and complains loudly when she is ignored! She expects - or demands - her cat treats first thing in the morning and whenever someone is going out. Although she is almost 15, she still plays around with a select few favourite "toys'" - when she's in the mood of course - and enjoys bird and squirrel watching through the patio doors. Sometimes I'm sure the squirrels come right up to the door just to taunt her! She goes on a tear from one end of the house to the other every now and then - probably making sure she gets in her exercise! Roxy is strictly an indoor cat so I expect shell be around demanding attention for a few more years. Hubby and I will no doubt miss her when she is eventually gone from our lives - but remember - she's NOT my cat!
Checking out the carpet after it was installed a few years ago.
And of course she LOVES boxes!
And stretching out in the sun!