Greetings, Friends of Rocky!

After a visit to the sanctuary, which is currently amid the wonders of the Linda Fund—something that is very deep to the core of my soul as someone who appreciates every single person who looks at the cats that benefit from it and acts with, “Yes – I will help!” —to pick up critically important medication provided by your generosity, there is some news to share; while Rocky remains The Royal Prince of the house, we’ve shaken things up a bit: we moved!  Rocky has a shiny new castle to rule.

Over Labor Day weekend, relocation took place.  Rocky had some thoughts about it and initially decided he would hide in the closet.  He Sang The Song Of His People during the car ride to our new home.  He was a champion about it, however; Royalty does not soil their carrier during a car ride.  This move also brings us closer to Tabby’s Place, which is quite a benefit.

Rocky decided that he needed to hide a bit at first.  Once I saw the toys start to be taken out of the cat hammock, I knew he was settling in; he’s been stellar in terms of maintaining his appetite, health, weight, and proper litter box usage.

Rocky seemed to know something was up when all the boxes started to appear; priceless hours of costume work that I had in a bin?  Royalty cares not for the importance.  Royalty says that if it is deemed a place to lay down, it is indeed a place to lay down.

That being said, his growing bravery is a continuing source of both pride and enjoyment.

He is learning to enjoy proper comfort more effortlessly and—at least in my opinion—deserves it.  During his first day at the new house, his preferred quiet spot led to me putting a cat bed in place for him.  Rocky had other ideas, as he did not care for the opinion of his servant.

 

His sleeping spots have been a little… strange.  Maybe more than a little.

His resilient flourishing is a testament to the continued support he receives, and as he thrives and grows, it shows awe for the miraculous nature of the spirit he has within him.

He also has quite a bond with his adoptive “sister,” Zelda; while she is not a Tabby’s Place cat, she is something of a cousin to their mission for the hopeless and I’ll share more about their relationship in next month’s post.  They cuddled together during the first day in our new home, though Rocky will deny that it was he who initiated the supposed ‘cuddles’.

The bravery with which he handled the move is a point of pride; even if he thinks the bookshelf —yet to be filled—is a good place to hang out while a cat hammock full of toys is just next to it.  (His attorney wants me to strike that from the record.)

We’re now on the third month since his third birthday and Rocky continues to astound with his effervescence for life and his incredible ability to thrive.

Onto the next! Thank you for continuing along with Rocky’s journey!

Fondly,
Your correspondent and grateful servant of His Royalty Sir Rocky,
Carrie