One day a couple of weeks ago, I had this "thought" that it might be nice to have a cat so Rascal wouldn't be alone during the day when I'm in school or working. So I stopped at the mailbox to check my mail, and as my customary routine, checked the bulletin board for any new information in the park I live in. There was this ad "6yr old beautiful friendly calico cat named Cleo needs home" along with a picture of this very pretty cat with the most beautiful eyes that looked like they had been permanently lined with black eyeliner. The cat was in our 55+ park so I'm thinking...ok I'll call. Maybe, the owners are getting older and can't take care of her anymore. So I called and talked to this nice man who told me he wanted to be careful and give the cat a good home. I could come over at 5pm and see the cat and we could talk. When I arrived at 5pm at a mobile just up two streets from me, the man came to the door and had the cat all ready to go! He picked up the cat carrier with the cat inside (I didn't even see it very well), had a small paper with the cat's name and prior vet with a copy of the tag that he couldn't find. His wife was there and making over the cat having a new home. They kindly walked me out the door and towards my car with the cat, food, cat litter, and a scratching pole in their hands. I'm not even sure they heard my name! I had brought a card of pictures of my last pet sit to show them I was good with animals and the man looked at it briefly and asked if he could have it as they turned around and went back to their house. "Cleo" didn't put up any kind of fight or even make a sound. So off we go. I had a cat and Rascal would just have to learn to live with it. I brought "Cleo" into the house in her carrier and took her to Rascal's larger crate in the living room thinking she might like to be close to us for awhile. Rascal barked and she hissed for a bit and they both finally calmed down. She ate her food in the crate and seemed calm and content. The next day I let her out and put Rascal in the small crate. She ran into the closet and hid behind the suitcase all day. Finally, I got her out early in the evening and set her up in the art room with a small bed that Eileen's neighbor no longer needed, her litter box, scratching post, water, and her food. I put a fence up at the bedroom door so she could see us but Rascal couldn't get in. Ok. That worked!I finally took time to look at the paper the man had given me and an article was attached. This was the couple in their 70's, Betty and Bob Matas that had hired a taxi to drive them and their two cats from Queens NY to Sedona in 2007! I went online to research the news and found several articles with pictures. This was Bob Matas with "Cleopatra!"
WOW! That wasn't my "Cleo." Then I looked at that paper that he had given me from the vet and it said the cat's name was "Pretty Face." Also, she was born in 2002....uh 10yrs old...not 6yrs old.
According to one article, the cats had to be separated because the "fought all the time." That explains Bob's comment to me that they were keeping one cat. They didn't get along and the other one they kept was easier for them to care for. Sadly, the woman I met was not Betty as she had died of kidney and heart problems a couple of years ago.
So...now I have decided my cat must be Pretty Face and she seems to respond to that name much better. Now to get Rascal to calm down so she can make friends with him...or maybe not since the two cats weren't good friends either. Oh well, she's content and her and I get along just fine.
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