RowdyAnne from San Marcos

by My Way Ranch
(San Marcos)

It's the 8th inning for Miss RowdyAnne, diabetic, age 12, my tri-color paint cat. I'm saddened that she won't see her 13th birthday. As a kitten, the stereotypical scaredy-cat, afraid of her own shadow was also the noisiest kitten I've ever had, a rowdy kitten indeed.

I found Rowdy in the woods after a storm/minor flood. It took 3 days to catch her. The first 2 nights, she slept in a tiny kitten sized cave, with predators everywhere. Try as I might, I just couldn't reach her, so I put food/water in the cave at dusk and piled rocks at the entrance, at dawn I moved the rocks.

On the third morning, RowdyAnne followed me back to the house and took up residence in a storage shed, at which point, we were a can of Fancy Feast away from our first hug.

That afternoon, after her first doctor visit, Rowdy became a house cat and took up residence against my left hip, where she's been purring and makin' dough for 12 years now. She's never asked to go out again.