I enjoy getting up in the morning and hurrying to my computer in anticipation of reading the day’s blogs.
I find it fascinating that there are such interesting and diverse people in the world who are willing to share their thoughts and their feelings. As diverse as bloggers are, I also find that there seems to be some commonality among the blogging populace. Bloggers are a special group of people. They are thoughtful, artistic, creative, diverse, intelligent and introspective.
They are probably not type A personalities. Most likely, they are type C. The type of people who really run the world while the type A’s are putting their faces out there telling everyone it’s them. We all know better. Most of us are probably a little introverted and blogging allows us to express ourselves. One other observation – and you can correct me if I’m wrong, but I have read a lot of blogs – most of us have at least one cat. Probably more than one. So I know that you will indulge me if I present to you, the story of Bella.
Bella has a brother, through adoption, named Fox whose story we will share at another time. I had Fox for a few years and really wanted to get a new kitten but I didn’t know how he would take it. I agonized over it and decided at some point that I needed to move forward with the idea.
For months, every time I went to the pet store or by an adoption event I would gaze longingly at each little face. There were so many beautiful possibilities and yet every time I was able to just walk away. I knew instinctively that when the right one came along, I would know.
One day during my lunch hour when I was shopping for cat food, I stopped by the Watermelon Mountain Ranch Rescue adoption booth that is held inside the store. All of a sudden, my heart stopped. “May I see that one?” I asked, pointing to a tiny ball of fluff with a hot pink collar. She could have been no more that six weeks old. This was three years ago this month by the way.
The nice lady handed her to me and she immediately attached herself to my chest with tiny Velcro paws. Love flooded over me as I stroked her tiny self. And just like I thought, I knew that this was the one. She was meant to go home with me and be mine forever! (Intense kitty drama here!)
I was not allowed to take her home with me that day, she had an appointment with the vet and I would not be able to take her home for a couple of days. This gave me time to prepare and to agonize over how Fox was going to take it. I purchased kitten supplies and that evening, began to consider the logistics of the situation. I would keep them separate for a period of time. This would allow her to become accustomed to us and also allow Fox time to get used to her smell.
Bella with favorite toy, a jelly bracelet.
After some back and forth we decided to name her Bella. My husband came up with her name and I immediately agreed. We dubbed her, ” Her Royal Highness the Princess Bella”. It will become apparent that she is aptly named! Last year I went with friends to see the musical CATS. Culture, as it were, is slow coming to New Mexico and even though the production has been going strong for many years it was my first time to see it. It was during the musical that I gained a profound understanding about “The Naming of Cats”. Every cat must have three names. I just thought this was a personal quirk, I did not know it was a rule. Bella’s names are of course Bella, but also Tita and Bea.
I set her up in my bathroom when I got her home since this would allow for double doors to keep them separate. She was so tiny that I could imagine her whole head fitting into Fox’s mouth if he decided to go for her. After about three days of keeping them in separate rooms, I decided it was time to go for it. I brought Bella into the room where Fox was and after a little while I got down on the floor to release her to see what he would do. At first he was a little curious, but after he got close to her and smelled her he let out the most god awful and putrid-smelling hiss, and then he just turned and walked away. Wow! What do I make of that??
The next time I put them together it was Bella’s turn to react, and she did. She went straight for him and tackled him fully around the ruff with all four paws. This time he hissed, just a little and went about trying to ignore her. Of course you know, she would have none of it and his torment became her delight!
This is why we call her "Her Royal Highness, the Princess Bella' because she struts when she walks with her tail in the air!
Bella is my constant shadow. She is quiet (well, most of the time), observant and obedient. At least as much as a cat can be. She really does try to please me and with just a word, if she is doing something she shouldn’t, she will stop. My own personal feelings about bringing a cat into your home who will fit into the dynamics of your family is to adopt them when they are very young, just after they are weaned. It is a bonus if they have already been socialized to people. Then they should be included as a family member, allowed to interact and expected to behave like any good family member would.
I have thought about sharing Bella’s story for a while now. The recent passing of a friends beloved pet spurred me to get on with it. Our furry little family members add so much to our lives. They should be celebrated!