Yesterday we became a one-cat household, down from two.
Rolly wasn't particularly clever, but she was the sweetest, most good-natured, easy-going, eager-to-please cat we've ever known. Almost dog-like. In a good way.
She came to us as a foster pet about 7 years ago. She'd been dropped at the Humane Society pregnant too young and not expected to survive her condition, but survive she did. A scrawny thing, before she grew into her name.
We hadn't chosen her, but she made it clear she'd come to stay.
I hope we made a little difference in her little life.
She used to wrap herself around my head at night.
Partner in crime.
Bane of her shadow's existence.
Object of much affection.