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OOPS! Roxie *Is* a Rocky After All

October 2, 2011 Leave a comment

I love this pic from the Israel Cat Lover's Society website.

I met some of the neighbors tonight while I was on the front steps petting the cat. A resident approached and commented how the cat “really loves the women.” We struck up a conversation about it, then another resident approached, so I got the full scoop.

Rocky is, in fact, a “he.” Or, at least, he was at one point. The reason I didn’t see anything during my quick glimpse under his tail is that there is no longer anything to see. One of the men explained about the spay and┬áneuter┬áprograms in Israel, such as the one run by the Israel Cat Lover’s Society. When they sterilize stray kittens they also clip their ears so they round slightly instead of pointing. It’s a way of marking them as sterilized. You can see this in my original post about Rocky.

It also seems there are many families in the building who love and feed him. That explains why he’s always there like clockwork after dinner. What a lucky cat to be master of so many humans.

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Rocky is now Roxie

September 29, 2011 4 comments

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.

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