Then she disappeared and it turned out the liquor store lady had taken her to get fixed and given her to the upstairs tenant. I casually offered that I might take her if the tenant ever changed her mind. Months went by and I missed the talkative little furball but knew she had a good home as I saw her peaking out the upstairs window.
Well... just over a week ago there was a note under my windshield wiper asking if I still wanted her. Cali came home with me Tuesday, 11/23/10 - her very own Happy Gotcha Day! The two tabbies were not happy at all last week - instead of the bloods versus the crips we had the tabbies versus the calico. How quickly the tabbies forget that just 4 months ago they hated each other. Now any two in the same room are ok until the third arrives. There has been some hissing as cats pass in a narrow area but this morning I awoke to Cali cuddling with me while the tabbies were in their usual spots at the foot of my bed.
I think we will all be fine here in Casa Grande.