Dear Momcat and Dadcat:
Happy 2nd GOTCHA day!
I remember so clearly the first time I saw you. You walked into Adopt-a-Cat at about 7:00 p.m. on St. Patrick's Day. You immediately caught my eye. Momcat has pretty green eyes and Dadcat has such a beautiful silvery mane of hair. You looked so sad that I just knew I had to adopt you.
I have to tell you though, it wasn't easy convincing you.
I attached myself to you at the front door. You didn't take much notice. You walked around the new arrivals room and I patiently snaked between your feet. Next, you hit the main room and it seemed to me you cuddled every kitty there. I leapt from shelf to shelf and insinuated myself between you and each kitty. That got me a few more hugs and pats, but you still weren't getting the message. Next, you climbed the stairs to the second level. I jumped up onto the banister and walked with you the whole way. Again, it seemed to me that you snuggled far too many kitties!
You kept saying that you wanted a lap kitty. Well, HELLO? I was right there the whole time! As you headed down the stairs again, I heard you say that you just didn't see a kitty for you today. So, I had to take drastic measures. I jumped from the banister to Momcat's shoulder and held on with my eagle talons and refused to let go. It made you laugh when I rode around on your shoulder. To me, this was no laughing matter. Finally, I had your undivided attention!
Dadcat held me and snuggled me real good. Momcat finally made mention that I had followed you guys around from the minute you got there. DUH! Momcat asked the volunteers about me. They told you that my name was Roberta and that I had been found abandoned at Denali National Park in the October snows and that I was about 3 years old. I was laughing on the inside because I had never answered to the name Roberta and never would and because I was over 10 years old! I just played dumb and made my eyes as big and round as possible to look innocent.
I was pretty sure I had you convinced but to close the deal, I walked into the kitty carrier myself. (If I could have managed it, I would have closed the door behind me). Well, that seemed to cinch it. You finally realized that I had adopted from that very first moment.
Now that I know you better, I realize that I didn't need to lie about my age. But, there were so many younger kitties there, I felt you might not take a chance on an older girl like me. And, thanks for changing my name. I never liked Roberta. Cammie is a good name, I had another name for over 10 years ~ but I'm keeping that a secret.
GOTCHA!
Love, Cammie
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She is so very close,in coloring,to RB Ms Pouncer Cat,and has a lot of Tortie Tude,as well!
To this day, she prefers people food over cat food and hates the sound of the washer and dryer. 
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