...as do I, which is why I had to jump in, too. I adopted Tarifa at 11 months from a friend who did rescue/adoptions. She passed last August 17th. She would have been 18 that September. A sweeter, more social cat I have never met, and I've met a LOT of cats.tarasgirl06 I didn’t realize at the time that a tortie would have probably preferred to be an only cat. You know how torties are! Maggie was diagnosed with prednisone-induced diabetes not long after that and, sadly, had an awful hypoglycemic event and didn’t make it. She is the precious kitty in my avatar photo. Five years ago, I walked into a Petco and heard someone loudly yelling. It was a little, short tortie girl. I stuck my finger into the cage, she grabbed it with her paw and there I went again, back to tortie school. This one, Rena, had been rescued during a police raid on an active meth house. She and her two tiny kittens were covered in fleas, filthy, and required lots of medical care. The kittens were adopted quickly, but nobody wanted Rena (I kept her name, which means something similar to second chance in Hebrew). All potential adopters were afraid of high vet bills. I didn’t care, she was mine. I can now say that I know much more about torties. Rena has disdain for her brothers and sisters because she isn’t a cat, she‘s a person, lol. She’d as soon swat a cat in the face as look at it, but at times she deigns to snuggle with them. She is livin’ the life, curled beside me right now, sleeping off her late lunch like the princess she is. Sorry to hijack, but I so love a fellow tortie lover.
