Rocky is now Roxie

It’s official. She’s now “our cat.” At least, that’s what we’ve been calling her. Being that she is a she, it felt strange to call her Rocky, so I announced that I was changing her name to Roxie.

Now, when I say she is our cat, I should clarify what this means. In the past, we’ve always been the kind of cat owners to keep our felines indoors and commit to care for them until they die. This situation has been hard. If we were to bring her inside (assuming she’d go for that at all) and truly adopt her, we’d likely commit to bringing her back to the US when we return home. That’s just the way we are.

We still feel that given how friendly she is and how well fed she looks, she may actually belong to someone. I don’t think this is the case, but it also occurred to me that she could be hiding kittens somewhere. It would break my heart to think we’d separated them.

So, when I say she’s our cat. I really mean that in the Egyptian sense. We basically meet her outside the lobby of the apartment and bring her tributes of chicken or cheese. She’s affectionate with us whether we have food or not. She’s even started responding to my call: a little clicky noise I always use with my animals that means food and/or love is coming.

For now, the relationship seems to be working for everyone, especially Liam who misses our cat Shelby who died last fall. He’s still trying to talk us into bringing her inside and we keep coming up with reasons not to. We’ll see how that goes.